Miro in my hands and see it empty, I raise my eyes to try to glimpse a hope on the horizon and not see ... a drop of rain falls on my neck, feel the humidity, I feel that breaks between my skin and through my back, my waist to get stops, is gone, spent, waste is ... Today I find myself lost between wanting and not wanting, among the loved and not feel it, between the silence and screaming, from close your eyes and imagine a dream or in open and wake up to reality ... I can not write, I can not describe ... It was hard to sit down to write this ...
Today I feel abandoned in a sea of \u200b\u200bdoubts and fears, submerged in a giant vacuum that tramples me hope and joy Abbe me ... I feel like crying and do not feel, I feel that I cry inside and outside at the same time, I feel like crying without fear, protected by the need to free frustration overwhelms me ... the comfort is less ...
I am only what I feel, just as sleep and just staring and his face against the wind ... It was hard to sit down to write this ...
Silence is the only therapy I know, the silence ... I would speak out and say that I love, my heart is gone from my chest, because it no longer belongs to me, who has escaped from my hands, which is no more ... that is ... but I can not, silence is the only therapy I know, the silence ... I would not have written this but I did, I did and I'm sorry, I'm sorry ... It was hard to sit down to write
this ... I'm sorry ... really sorry ...
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