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Tu veux ou tu veux pas (Or how I am not sure what the hell is going on anymore.)

It’s 2.01am in the morning and I can’t sleep. My insides churn, like relentless waves crashing against the shore on a stormy night. My tears are stuck in my throat, and my breath comes out in sharp gasps, a drowning man aching for oxygen as he drowns. I keep thinking what I could have done … Continue reading Tu veux ou tu veux pas (Or how I am not sure what the hell is going on anymore.)