MORE HEART-WRECKING REALITY

I peel my eyes to the most beautiful ceiling, and my lungs are honoring in ecstasy the fresh aura surging through their walls from this strange breathtaking room. Aah, not strange. I remember falling into the most safest hands last night after the paradoxes shrouding my life were divulged to me. I suppose this is his house?

I jerk myself up from the solace of this huge soft bed. It's heavenly compared to that shit back in the brothel. Lowering the duvet to my belly as I boost my back no the headboard slang, I sit down, the visions of last night flooding in so furiously.

It's depressing because I still don't feel the absolute rapport with whatever that was said to me last night, except the pain. The grief I feel in my heart substantiates that the truth is finally revealing itself. For the first time, something feels right in my life. These guys aren't lying to me at all. But that doesn't relief me one bit. It's on the contrary skyrocketing my bafflement.

Silvano!!

Silvano!

Silvano!

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