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I know ñana headache. I get sleepy. I removed the desire to speak. It reminds me that I'm normal. The night makes me unique. I prefer the color of blood and the gray fog that blurs things. If you know that I prefer the cold leather, why dress with velvet suit? It slips through my fingers ... I prefer to experience things, although I do wrong. Although my blood boil. I prefer to try everything to die without knowing what I like.