20 novembre 2009
One fucking month
She's gone.
And I'm still not use to this. it's like it was never happened, she's still here.
But no, she's gone. And I'm feeling alone.
The equilibrium I was just finding back seems so unstable.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Sorry i can't write in French, when I'm thinking about her, it's English which comes like it was my mother tong.
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