Whatr The Symtoms Of A Kidney Infrction

What remains, however, the poets

Yesterday was such a bad day.

I wanted to sleep with my friend, but it was a disaster. Because I could not keep my mouth ......... as usual.

I am determined in this live journal to write nothing but self-pitying now and I have the most ^ ^.

I do not want to elaborate on them, but I know why I said that I do not drink alcohol.

I will certainly never drink more in a given situation iff I am on the move. In any case, this day will not soon forget.

For I am a complete idiot when entering this fall.

Well enough self-pity. Otherwise the day
was actually quite nice. In the School I had again a good mood and I was allowed to try on my self-made trousers 1 x ^ ^.

the end of this entry, I write a poem that I like very much.

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silence

silence, silence. Only the faint ticking
uninhibited time.
up the soul with Equals nod
once prepared to go
to take out of the darkness a hand
and
let all stand their seeds,
as they stand.
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Richard von Schaukal