Crossing the road
I don't know what to write because I don't want to think. Yes, it's a crossroad but there's a big bump or rather now more like a pothole. I was a little crushed by the setbacks and trying to escape by not thinking about it. Still moving and still living. I need to think sooner or later. But later seems to be a better option for now.
Yes, a real picture of myself.
Yes, a real picture of myself.
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