Hate me ...!

I remember with pleasure the hours, days, nights, moments when dreaming with eyes open and I wanted to be there. I would say "it was meant to be" but I can not. Why have remained inert and I did not budge from its place? Who the hell scared me! Why I refused to think of it ...?

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I wanted ... and, and ... feel. sorry.

Hate me ...!

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Stealth

Passionate about everything that means gadget and IT, I am pleased to write on stealthsettings.com from 2006 and I love to discover new things about computers and macOS, Linux operating systems, Windows, iOS and Android.

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