inside of my body is something pulsing.. a seed.. the water for growing came from my beloved, from my closest ones, from friends.. becoming a man.. a bit brassy.. but good, own dreams, but the best place for my beloved, support but not so much, she is powerful enough and i cannot let her become a lazy person.. thirst for body? all the time.. romance? mixed with the wildness!! pride full of dreams, but still me. let the world turn around.. let the night become a day and day become a night.. i will be still here.. taking the lessons of life.. trying to be someone.. no being lazy, letting the life run down between my finger..
i am here and the world is growing, i am growing with him/her.. i am becoming a man..
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