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Emmo enough.

Mad
ON
black day.
giornatina just black.
I have the broad shoulders, okay, I can take more punch than I expected, ok.
but eventually give in, it's normal, I break the scrotum.
eventually I tired of having to hold one thousand weights on their shoulders.
a story ends and another begins, and so on, and at some point enough.
at some point I would turn off the lights, lie down and rest a bit tranquil, stress-free that I run in my head. eh. after a while, I mean a break just the scrotum to constantly defend themselves from everything.
I personally do not take it anymore.
I'm just pushed to its limits.
mò enough: saint yet still can be done, no martyr. I've got it written on their foreheads, joyful?
enough is enough.
now take the bull by the horns (like a new thing for me), you talk tete-a-tete and see what to do. do not pay me to slam it inside and outside the home. I'm not the hero of the profession.

now we chat a bit, you do the testing if the ritual and what is wrong there is always a "Plan B" in the drawer: the plan alder, the escape plan. Because the escape, the words of my dear departed teacher topography, "it is shame, but saved lives."
thirty-six years and this life to me I would still enjoy a little bit.

Mad OFF