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i couldn't sleep well tonight. first it was his message in the middle of the night, then a nightmare i don't even remember and at sunrise the screaming segulls.
but things are ok or even a little better.
in the air a smell of the cinnamon candle, perfume, a waft of cigarette smoke and the good old milka alp milk on the sofa.
if there only wouldn't be so many handicaps that hinder me from being happy.
handicap #67345: wanting all at once.
one life will never be enough. why must it always be adventure versus security?
