In returning from a weekend Triestino old .. my city .. .. the old walls of the bar .. the sea .. Sad .. except that I ate and drank too much .. me .. they are granted although now I cry like crocodile ..
sad because I had to return to normal life .. life where n is no one who m happy face ..
.. and then I would have liked to see him .. show him that I am a different person now .. I'm .. I'm not strong + weak as it once .. show him that I can be better .. I give up food for him .. I wear a mask every time I go out pretending that I'm happy qnd Agil other hand n is true ... I'm sad ..
because he made me happy ..
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