Summer night Inebraited by excitement and alcohol they came into the sparkling night. Her legs warm and weak she was steadied by the loving hand. She sat near him, his face shadowed by the moonlight and smoke. Her desire to hold him, kiss him, was daunted by the brevity of the encounter. Instead she... Sign in to see full entry.
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Female choreographer restless and searching for the essence in things and people. I suffer from an existentialist depression since the age of sixteen. This includes a melancholy for humanity and its fate to perish and disappear. The best thing to do to escape or at least combat this feeling is to be creative and have a good relationship to people.
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