Sunday, sometimes doesn't look good for me. This Sunday, is a day I spend all day long stuck in bed. And the worst part, there's always you there, next to me. Talking everything to cheer me up. With the fucking red pillow. And sometimes you're standing near the door, and doing your silly bellydance. Then you come out just to take a glass of water or smoke.
Oh shit!
I only imagined all deeds you did.
Am I lunatic?
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