One forgets not what she wants to forget, but what her life made her forget.
Your bed stories are multiplying, you become worthless. It should not belong to many people; Often times, when you belong, you become eternal, insatiable, unable to get along with anyone. The beauty of your face is not enough for anyone. In time, the innocence of your smile will disappear, you will become dirty as you know. Then whatever you do will not happen. You love someone, maybe it’s the love of your life. In fact, you’ve lost the person you’ve always dreamed of in very old bed stories. You lit dreams for orgasm cigarettes.