I do not want the words dry and pain. The best thing is to write well, vomiting. I have one less book (which I never read) and a scar. I knew the answer and still decided to go. I was not brave, I was selfish. I know that my visit will disturb the life a few days, I'm up and I know what it is to have someone close sunk in deep water, and I know that my action will only sink further. Needed to close the wound. Needed to follow my logic and not yours.
When I heard his footsteps down the hall, I remembered the noise, the smell of snuff and chocolate cookies, I also had departed, bound. And I put the knot in the stomach. I the certainty of the response to feel his hug hard.
We smoke in our chairs, and a few minutes we look and talk like then. I checked her stay down there and I felt that I do not get to the surface touched. The weight of the two years came as a slab and I really missed him, for the past and the future.
He does not know which was the last person to see me. Masks are embedded in my body and never gave me know. Do not know of my struggle. Today I had no option to show me, but I would have. Has that power.
I've seen, I felt your pain, I've seen her look. Until that is down and has not risen again. Then my knot I have been uploaded to the throat, silence has taken over the room and I rushed the cigar and pain. There, I thought, if you knew why complain?
Sorry I went to remove her life. I feel the sms as the last word. Needed to have my mourning.
I hope that someone or something reminds you that you can dive to the top, although I am not a witness.
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