I was thinking about a message that gave me a massive headache. . . At truth, I'm having insomia with dreams of metallic music beating. I guess, when in doubt there's no sense of "dancing" but rather having a crooked gait. Could you tell me how to handle these emotions? Just a little, please? It may be loud and clear, so I'll count 524! I maybe say nonsense on the surface, but when you actually piece this complex Matryoshka puzzle you'll understand the horrid truth!
