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I need to be active as i need to be relaxed. Find an equilibrium. Playing the same role as the physics in my way to live or it may collapse.
A good primo is what i need. To stay awake. To stay alive at my best. Everything it’s going to be okay. I need to stimulate my mind. It’s not exactly for recreational purposes, but more like a prerrogative.
When i’m not high, i feel like a blank body. A ghost looking at his evironment. I need to feel connected with my senses. Like a snow globe wanting, wishing to be shaken.
