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Noch ein Tag im Krankenhaus
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Erinnerung des schlimmsten Jahres meines Lebens seit 2012
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2020 has been the craziest year of my life. I stayed on the street, I found a home, I moved away from people, I approached others, I fell in love and I saw that it was a perfect illusion, a dream came true, now I am working in an area that I never imagined and still suspected of having coronavirus. let's see how it will be until December if I survive!
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Watch 100 Years Of Black Men’s Hair Trends In One Minute
Hair and politics are always intertwined.
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Смотришь нежно ждёшь его внимания (Мальчик-гей)
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I just wanted to be normal
But I'm not
It's just pure trauma, confusion and if you want
I show you my best
I show you my worst
I show you the truth
Which is to be imperfect and just
What a dream to be stable
I dream of being kind
What a dream not to lose everything
Be controllable
But I feel a lot
I'm sorry I do wrong
Being real comes at a price
I always pay
I just wanted less guilt and more love
To be able to tell, to be able to talk about anything
Control my impulses
Be less visceral
Making more sense would do me less harm
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