I have a feeling, that since 9th september.
I actually have nothing to remember.
I made a small war with a dear friend of mine.
Now, I try to hide and I whine.
Although I know I had all the rights to leave.
I tried and tried again to make her believe.
I guess it's just an useless little war.
And since then, I follow my own path and quickly left by car.
I spent more time with my family.
And this story ends very very, happily.
I think, or isn't it finished yet?
Of course not, problems always come to you as a Jet.
Thank you for listening.
Or should I say, thank you for reading.
This story was really bewilding.
Dont you think, we should pause the writing, and get a drink?
YOU ARE READING
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