Those times

I miss that time when I had the time to explore every song I have in my library. Those were good times, my private world, to escape from everything that hurts. I had no other thing to do at that time, but it was beautiful. They were my strength to get back from the depths I fall into. I knew how to set the moods. Like a machine, I preferred power, party over tears.

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