I am Art
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Komplieziert.So würde ich mich persönlich beschreiben.Alle anderen nicht.Sie würden eher die Wörter fröhlich,nett benutzen.So wie man das halt macht.Ich will komplieziert sein.Ein Geihemnis.Ich fang jetzt damit.Vielleicht sollte ich froh sein mit meinen leben.Ich bins nicht.Es ist ein trauriger haufen von unswissender Famielie,Sucht verhalten,Jungfräulichkeit und Liebe.Vielleicht sollte ich das alles aufschreiben damit es mir leichter fällt zu leben.Wir werden sehen eins nachdem andern.Expresive Texte so würde meine Lehrerin das nennen was ich hier versuche zu machen.Es soll keine bestimmten Textsorte sein sondern eher die Wege sein warum ich so bin wie ich bin.Alle Texte wo kommen werden,werden nicht nach Datum sortiert sein sondern eher so wie ich gerade bock habe was ich zulasse von mir Preis zugeben.Also wer das hier lesen wird viel Spaß bei meiner geschichte und erwartet kein Ende
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