That one day I woke up with all my truths in the mouth. Without filter, without the polite habit of my mother. Not wanting to decorate the comments and sweeten my reactions. Not that I mind the anger or hatred. It may happen that one day I wake up answer, activist, impulsive and without guilt. I would not compromise, or accompanying I do not want anyone where to go. It may happen that I will desire to be correct, that offends me, I feel hurt with or without reason, that does not bother me at all contempt, distance or indifference. Meanwhile, I have something like a "savings account" where I keep each of the things I do not dare say. Before I had my red shoes in, now my words, gagging and colorful.
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