We all need a way out.
For a lot of us it's alcohol.
For many it's drugs, like marijuana or cocaine for those who can afford it.
They are others sex, love and the uncommon ones.
My F-ing way out is sleep.
What do you do when our escape door flees from you? 1h30 and counting. Tic toc. And again.
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Tampoco puedo dormir bebe, perdóname
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