Valentina's eyes were soft, sweet and beautiful wounded. The reading is a light in his eyes that revealed the mystery. The mystery in this half-words, once between a cup of tea and an exchange of notes.
Now I start to cry.
A secret revealed, quite rightly, but cried, in a brutality that was not you own, Valentina, but that is typical of media, now that you have chosen to leave.
A secret shit violence screams of agony. of wounds inflicted on the body and soul and never soothed. Nothing
catharsis for Valentino. Angelo
white butterfly
he just wanted to disappear.
Wound black dirty inside forever.
black wound to make noise in the soul forever. Up to
doversene going to return to silence.
Nobody said the names of those you hurt, Valentina, I know you would not want to, but I hate them deeply. I wish to suffer. they had written on their foreheads that they have done. That their world will not protect them.
you would like to still be alive.
I lost you when I wish I was born Francis. Do not you have kept here, but at least I would have tasted even your state of mind deep suffering, of course. But wonderful. Valentina you were beautiful.
Goodbye.
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