i wish i could told the man that his sweat smelled tasty.
i guess he'd been sucking on a peppermint drop beforehead. now it's stinging in my lungs.
and then he cried, but i don't think he was really sad. i felt that if a person wasn't alone, they might be able to find happiness in the outside world if someone like him was around.
jueves
what is and what should never be.
yo digo: chau.
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