Mar 24, 2013


I can´t be without it.
I can´t be with it.
It keeps me up all night.
I go crazy without it.
I try to avoid it as much as I can.
It stresses me out not being there.
It stresses me out being there.
It decreases my creativity.
It increases my creativity.
Work would be impossible without it.
But sometimes.
Sometimes I secretly wish I could run away.
It wouldn´t know where I was.
Why do you make me stupid?
Why do you make me smart?
Why do you make me so addicted?
Don´t leave me.

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