Sometimes I think I will not reach typing these words, it will be impossible to stay off the computer and write something, that what I bring is stronger and little by little makes my life like rain fade and the wind, like a butterfly wound, like red evening where my track begins. And no, I get and the strength of the rocks of the sea, I tell them I'm here and I do not know how to make to remain in this place, making the projects love, being next to those I love, so continue up the winding streets that oppress the neck and not let you go. I want to get up and walk, is paralysis hurt, I'm in a box, choking is simply a dream in which everything turns vague, but I can not escape the truth I can not.
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