Words sometimes are like tattoos.
They slice skin, leave a little scar and then a sign that will last forever. You can try to cover them with layers of aseptic and artificial emotions but when alone you wash these away, they are still there. It should face words and emotions, let them go away or let them stay with you.
In a silent night, sitting on a wood flooring with a glass of white wine and so...
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