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Life is a bitch INDEED

IN PROGRESS...

If I am a damn vixen it is clear that the life is grandísima mother of all putas.

You leave the skin in wanting it, trying it, paying your quota of effort, trying to even conciliate to the others with hers... It is not that she does not give back to you the same or nothing even in return. She enjoys sliding her fingers around the throat your spirit. Sometimes hatred. When it tenderly watches me at the eyes and it says "you do not worry to me, you do not suffer, MY girl, everything is by a reason" now I know that after his it is laughed heartily of me. It caresses to me with the hand that before tightened my neck. I curl up myself. Something has sounded behind her... something like sharpening against the air? It gives equal, she knows like causing that it does not matter to you what hides in the claw that hides after its back. I believe that I begin to seem me to her, that as I cannot overcome it me unconsciously one to its cause. I am really becoming so puta? If it is certain that it is possible to be happened of the love to hatred at a moment I will be able to get to have serious problems someday.

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