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dd
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One morning I was washing my face and I saw a hole in the wall through which a bug was making its way. And I kept staring at the bug not to let it enter into the room. I’ve done the same stupid thing for a couple of days forgetting the most obvious thing: to cover the fuckin’ hole. And I started to think about the big list of ungrateful bastards functioning as my ex boyfriends. Why do we allow these people to enter our lives even though we are aware of the fact that they will hurt us once again? Do we really like bugs so much??
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bad biatch
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| dd a scris: | | One morning I was washing my face and I saw a hole in the wall through which a bug was making its way. And I kept staring at the bug not to let it enter into the room. I’ve done the same stupid thing for a couple of days forgetting the most obvious thing: to cover the fuckin’ hole. And I started to think about the big list of ungrateful bastards functioning as my ex boyfriends. Why do we allow these people to enter our lives even though we are aware of the fact that they will hurt us once again? Do we really like bugs so much?? |
Well,that´s not quite a novel,isn´t it? Although,it has a real complex subject, developed in few representative words.
You have my congrads!
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