A voyage into the deepness of my soul, blurred by words which nevertheless hold the meaning, as a trailed yet encrypted path, only known to whoever planted such hints or those few who learned how to read the signs.
Yes, I would like a strong chameleonic drink... I need to redesign my memories... It is not how it happened, it is how you remember it. Freud we can pretend
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