We're all alone
To be eternally unsatisfied.
I want more. I need to do more. It's a ferocious kind of need. The one that consumes you, little by little. Verging Toward desperation ... I would be satisfied even if
preside tomorrow Fini Miss Trans International.
Enough, God!
I'm sleepy, But I do not feel like sleeping. Damn!
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