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She writes in a dreamy way and present herself in a way I never could. 

This weekend was nice. April will soon become May.

The stary nigh filled me up to the edge. I wish someone could hold me, just for the sake of it.

I'm stressed.

I'm smiling.

Nothing makes sence, and I wish for the feeling of everything, yet nothing.

Lovely. Lovely.

Don't return.

Botanic gardens, Geneva (mikasaleva.tumblr.com)