I'm drowning in a whirlpool of thoughts, memories, of guilt and can not find the air, I find strength. Every second I feel deeper and more lost, a constant battle between temple and temple, which should do and what I do can not agree. And now it rains, it rains, and every drop hurts me, as if each one out of myself, of my blood. It is so hard fight the inevitable, it is impossible to fight when they want to fight. Seeking
around me without a place to sustain results, a lethargic effort in vain for my final, and then I wonder if it really worth ... Consciously
is that the only time I feel free is when I'm unconscious, when I'm stuck at 170 pounds of prison and does not really matter when the decisions because they do not follow me like my shadow.
sweat down my face and a light enceguedora prevents me open my eyes. The sound pierced my eardrums, some hammers are heard louder each time. Finally I can open my eyes and see the sun slipping through my window while the clock marks 7 am ...
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