Somehow I've become addicted to iced coffee and talking about people. This is not good. Sometimes I feel like a real jerk, sometimes I just want to say "and who are you again?"
Time goes by so quickly. I'm scattered and trying to find my writing identity. My life is different now. I'm not the same person I used to be. I like who I am. Somedays. I searching for something that doesn't want to be found--apparently.
I'll give $20 to the first person who can tell me what it all means.
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Las distracciones no te permiten ver esa realidad que pudiera darte la oportunidad de encontrar el porque?
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