I live in a world made of wax. It it gets to hot it will melt. If it gets to cold it crumbles to dust. My life needs a constant balans. However most of the time my life is unbalansed and threatens to destroy me. But somehow I survive - and I really don't know why. I think that is really odd.
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at 7:28 PM MEST
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