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Where is the line between the depressions of my mind.

depressions that I explain how to get to their lines.

Next stanza, line incomplete,

How else would undo my bags?,

and when it became a gimmick,

rhyming and he thinks, "ah!?.

I'm pretty tired of trying,

when even I know where I ever forget.

I guess that is not lost,

nor in the box of forgotten items.

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And I think that now,

Ab vitae exordium, from the beginning of life ...

But that continue? ... Wonder ...

"Where did many of the things I never saw her again?,

or Where are the fruits of unhealthy thoughts?,

Who knows what became of the undead? ...

should follow fable stories and bad movies,

if there ever was true fable,

not really know who else can happen ...

is

as the blue sky,

and is not always blue.

gives me not so much "unite two parallel worlds,

let reality and fantasy in quiet peace,

not start there because remember,

not usually look back, but sometimes I look and not just out of curiosity,

but because sometimes I force myself to remember,

but what I said? ... Nothing to remember,

is not possible, is that sometimes it should not.

Sometimes I blame myself, when I have to blame for losing the culprit,

someone has to pay the piper,

I do not suppose I'll always be the most honest all.

The songs are just the best excuse to get away from me.

way things are, when better are less strange to us.

because I have not start at the beginning if you do not intend to come to an end ,

happy endings are taught to live, not only explains

that this is not the real final.

Change, strange word, change and go back.

It's like the blue sky,

and is not always blue.

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I dreamed about you, and sometimes sleep with me when I try to escape reality, when I try invent a different world ... But I dreamed faceless, and even if you did not have I knew instantly it was you, and I had no doubt about that, and as I knew I'm still not sure, but I dreamed faceless, and even though you did not have kissed me, giving me no chance to react, kissed me, and nobody had ever could kiss me like you did, and no one could ever make me feel like you did. Never received a kiss well, because in the dream I stole it, I stole that kiss I was always waiting for you. I dreamed you, I dreamed that I would kiss, I dreamed that you did ... A soft kiss, a tender kiss, kiss slow, deliberate kiss without premeditation, and I remember every step you took for each one of them stuck in my mind, and remember your smell makes me feel safe, but I think it will happen again in the future, has only been a dream, which I would have liked to not wake up, and while I have you do not actually know that I'll never forget.

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I am a slave to my own feelings, and I'm not proud of many of the things I've done, but I can not erase. I am a slave to my own feelings and do not want to think about how disappointed I am and not want to think about how happy I am not being. I am a slave to my own thoughts, and do not understand because they monopolize each phrase that appears in my mind when I try not to think about when I think no more.

I realized that I just write when I'm depressed and do not know why today I have more desire to end the day than any other day, I am afraid, I'm afraid I could not hear what I'm screaming inside. I feel afraid, afraid, very afraid and did not want to sleep but I do not want to be awake, I miss the rain today just another day, and I miss how happy I've never been, because I was never happy enough for a long time, sometimes I'm just conformist and I'm content with being or may be, sometimes I would leave me wanting more today I want power, and power really, and I really need, and I do not want more faults, I do not want that either, I'm a little disgusted with incomplete paragraphs, and words that are spoken but not heard.

I can not go with my everything with me anything more I can not now absent absent body, as I can not the past, or future introduce are remember and many things that many others wanted no clear can .

12/10/1908 11:24 pm

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What are you afraid of?.

(Silence)

But, What do you fear?.

(Long silence)

lot of people accompanying you. Many people
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Too many people.

(Silence)

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I am sad, the future is hopeless and nothing will get better. I'm bored and dissatisfied with everything, I am a complete failure as a person, I am guilty, and I'm being punished, I am guilty, very guilty. Sometimes I could be able to mourn, but now I am beyond tears, sometimes could be capable. I lost interest in others and have lost on me. I can not make decisions, I can not eat, I can not sleep, I can not think, I can not overcome my loneliness, or my fear or my disgust, I can not write, I can not love, I can not make love, I can not take no I can be alone, I can not be with others.

I had a night in which everything is revealed to me when I visited depression. I do not want to live, and I'm quite aware of my mortality, but not want to die, I'm jealous of people who can sleep, and when they wake up they envy my sleepless nights, where I think, about me, mostly, I think. People are lucky not to know its truth, for my part the pain is becoming my normality. Someone touches, touches me there, and the injury some time ago opens, expands, images, sounds, hands, many hands, opens, expands, but again, back to the blank room containing each of my parties, and everything is meaningless, if it makes no sense, but I will not die.

"Sometimes I like to keep your scent, and you think, and feel close, and know that you exist, and I can not hold back, I have to express what I feel, to express these damn feelings that are nested inside of me , those feelings that are rooted in my fucking inside, and do not know how you can not feel anything for me, when I feel all this for you. And I look, and you know, never in my life I had no problem with giving others what they want, but no one could do that for me, nobody touches me, no one comes near me, but you've inadvertently touched me so deeply that I think it's a dream, and I look, but I can not find you, and start to believe that I love someone that does not exist, you do not exist. And I hate you, hate you for rejecting me, I hate you for making me feel bad about myself, I hate you, hate you despise my love, and hate God for making me love a person who does not exist. "

I'm dead , and I have nothing to say about my illness ... People love me what destroys me, love the pathology that is generated in the folds of my mind, and the reason I am invited to believe that there is an objective reality where my body and mind are one, but I'm not here and have never been one. I asked the same questions, wanting to put words in my mouth, but only managed to drown in your fucking shame, your truth, your lies, not mine. This is not a world in which I live, nothing will give me back the faith.

Drowned in the cold pool of my inner intangible sunk in the pit of my mind. I have to be me, but hope you can not get up anymore, but I have to be me, after this morning I will not, not exist, just, everything is over, we reached the end of this dirty history if the end of this sad and dirty history ... I've been awake for a long time, but I will not die.

(Silence)

not think what this is all just a cry for help?.

(Silence)

"Even if it were, do not think anyone would listen."

I think someone will listen.

(Silence)

"Do you hate all people unhappy or have special contempt for me?".

not despise you, it's not your fault ...

"I am depressed but of course you do not know that depression is ... (Silence) depression is anger, are the things you did and did not do well, are the mistakes, anger, guilt and clear is also to blame. "

And who's to blame? .

(Silence)

"I".

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lies If I lived, I do not expect today live true ... If I draft hysteria, I have no reason to think that without it I'll be better. If signs and detours are clouding me walking, I can not wait to see clearly ... If I intend to wait, knowing that waiting did not come to anything, then I find that reading for fun ... So today I try to find, what I never had the courage to look. If you must say, ENOUGH, and me I yell, not stop me, is today simply because it might be worthwhile.

do not understand, do not understand, do not get it, then ignore it, you realize that I never saw him, you realize that never existed, close your eyes and pretend do not know, or do not pretend ... Why pretend something I know is it, shut your mouth also, it is no use talking if you do not know why ... It's not confusing or complicated, open your mind to the most appropriate. Do not look for pretexts or excuses, takes your judgments one by one. Your shadow left forgotten, but now I can not settle in, night falls and you know, and your shadow does not know where to stay.

I close your door, close the mine, is no good way out is escape. I open the window and looked down, people spend and spend and spend and spend , and nothing about those who spend ... Look, look and look, the eyes that look without disguise. I pretend to be interesting, like that which hides an important secret, but who knows what will be if I can not change myself. Soft, soft, soft, so it's easier right? As the song says, you know where!

... And thinking come to the idea of \u200b\u200bflying, flight supposedly but I can not upload, my wings have been tied to blocks that sink in my , skies are not skies, blue is not Tues , today I can think that in the end you left just like that, let your shadow here, and you dreams faded, nor did you remember when a child here played with toys provided, looking hopeful, they came looking for you ... Sadly the weather was, and what you will see and can not do it, you was the train both stop her, you was now What will you do? ...

If it does not work to say anything, then keep the rest ... Let us as moms, who say their complaints, and endure without protest what her husband will tell. Just right? , if enough please. And most of all, only hunger, and less than nothing shame if you close your eyes feel sorry that nobody looks ... Seize the silence of non-sleep, and fear of the coward, to escape through the front door, while forget your shadow when the sun sets .

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From time to find I could not get that I never knew I was a mad search of a truth does not exist. From time to run all I could do was give up, then just said "Am I looking for?" Because here I am, I was tired of hiding under the sheets, mutílame if I said you can not do anything to stop you. So much hysteria just stay the exhaustion, and remained so manic depression only, highs and lows, joy and tears sadly mistaken expressing a million experiences.

I could not pass myself off as crazy, as crazy not pretend to be crazy obvious, are the normal posing as crazy, mad to look like common and so show that they have to cling to, only to demonstrate that follow the current. Another company empty decaying another attempt, another dirty disease, again copying one another. No asylum would be my final, let alone my start, I'm crazy and I am free, and it is enough with that. The end became the standard, and if that were not enough I never had, never I had, perhaps not so strange, maybe that's why I do not care.

excuses do not intend to, nor apologize saying "I try," is more I think I did not, I think is not struggle, I think it was enough, but it is no matter, still not a priority. As the pictures will always say more than words, are the facts that are detailed in our mind while the words wander over time. No more thinking, no more words, no more wanting, as anyone could want, the pe'o is power.

I keep looking for that I love so much, but certainly do not know what is, perhaps a song, a pebble in a shoes of others, a star or a star, perhaps a broken heart into pieces, maybe only be the infinite, or a stain on a dress, are perhaps a cuddly teddy, maybe just be my bed, or perhaps my pillow.

If you would like to continue, it would try ... Only that day I've become less masochistic, even I was innocent, but that does not take away the brave. If I want then come for me, but yes I let go, it could escape if neglected, it might not are more practical, and I locked in the attic.

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The house of cards that was built, it disarmed today. That house that eventually became the castle, today loses its meaning, and becomes less mine. So it is with everything lately, I know .

I reached a path that has no where to go, an alley that has no outlet , a blind street where I interned and I realized that was not. Today I follow the return to a stable point. Today back, me back where I walked once, just to get where continue later. I wasted

time, really not lost anything ... won just won, I won many things, including days and nights, people and experiences, filled spaces, but are now empty, and I follow a different path. I try to undo to clear and collect, to delete and start over . So every little piece is removed, and then be re-located and work life, so does my soul. seem a mess but it is not. is like a puzzle that seems to be backwards , that fits and fits without much stress.

Piece by piece deconstruct what I did once, no regrets pick my stuff, you vanish from them. Me Disappear, disappear time. I go, I lose. It's time to build my castle again - elsewhere - that refuge where no one can enter, that blank , that neutral place, full of very quiet . Disarm

what I was, to begin again ... With hammers and tools, screws and destroyed bag nuts, step by step, little by little without planes without lights, dark and silent , harmony again my body. Piece by piece, placed in their new place every migajita of my being, every bit of what I am , every feeling , every word, every sentence . Changes

evolve my being, I know continued to grow. And now live at the wrong where I try simply, it is only over time, where my body deconstruct.

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speak with mirrors, but I say nothing, I ask about me, but do not know what to say ... Only I can listen to the echoes of my own thoughts. My skin is literally burning, and under my nails are just waste, waste from many past lives. The heat will kill us, and I want my air or cool. My hair is between my fingers, and start to feel a void in my skull. Naked and sweaty, wanting to make it clear that beyond that door there is nothing.

from scratching my skin, I started to feel my bones that have been eaten away by hungry mice. The heat comes from inside me and mixed with the heat outside, and I want to remove one by one each part of my body, be completely stripped, no meat, skinless, boneless. I can not stand as hell, and do not understand if after all I've been so good. I do not want no hugs, no love, I love samples affect the senses. A vapor is introduced into my body undoing what's inside, melting all without leaving traces, pity that my soul is immune, and all that remains is nothing left, everything was no one remembers, everything I said nothing makes sense, and yet all that is still mine.

From what little warmth I felt, I no longer feel what you used to feel, but keep looking to look at you looking, trying to hide what ever made me think. Well, now there are only memories and more memories, confusion, trying to become consistent, but as I try very hard to be. Gas masks appear to cover what you do not want to show, no gas masks for the smell rotten society. Millions of gas masks to not smell the shit of the nation that served to mislead us.

Plush Bears pounded with anger, innocence, absorbed leaving no traces of life, warmth that creeps into your being and makes you show your instincts ... Everything is diluted with water gushing through the pores, everything fades, it dies, it goes, with the river of life is dead.

Stains on sheets, dirty dishes, garbage piles up, the house is dirty. All precipitates less rain, the room is closed, the air is running out, I'm choking on one, I keep thinking but not thinking about anything, meaningless phrases begin to hear, "Let me be," "Let me be" "Let me" "Leave it", there's no escape I'm coming ...

Please get me out of here ... The heat will not let me live, and when at last I can think only think of the blessed solitude, which never can be assembled in the lies he told me without much thought, knowing full well that I die my life living death.

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Fifth time lucky I hope, as so many failed attempts to increase the heat of the aisle. Everything is so quiet, and solitude note with each breath. A slight breeze, million dirty walls, some broken glass, some from open doors, bins full. Occasionally the odd person breaks silence, marking each step an echo that extends all over the place. To combat boredom, a sad song, hummed with patience, dirty hair covers her face which wants to see a real figure, and the beat of a heart is accelerated when the close breath of another it seems, but in the end it is ... FALSE ALARM ... "It's not easy, i know" , a motto chosen to use, so I recrimination over the failure that can happen.

Tic-Tac, time flies ... Tic - Tac, the clock sounds. Tic - Tac is time to remain engrossed ... Tic - Tic - Tic - Tic - Tic goes into every fiber of my tiny little brain, Tac - Tac - Tac - Tac - Tac sound of hammers falling on my bones . Ring, ring, rings, and I can not to hear, the wind becomes stronger, and the sounds are drowned. BUM, sounds muffled shot a silent weapon, which no doubt ends dry with many things that had lost its meaning, not only the end , the end with three dots a continue doubtful.

Maybe I'm too Ato, maybe I'm too shy ... Toc, toc someone wants to enter, but that door will not happen. Looking for a symbol of peace, mental stimulation. A direction that laughter is closed and the situation cleared be immune to anything . Drugged

so crap ... My senses are hurt, the smell intensified, so much misery together, which can not fail to be a part. The sad sound of a broken record repeating to lose meaning, while my bottle of water but not just my drought. The beating of a drum above the reach of a question would not listen ("Do you still love me?!") , it is very difficult to ignore a "Maybe declaring itself a of something not will never, apart from that everything's great ... My little expressiveness increases, but not why I stopped feeling. Psychedelic

lost in a lot of scribbling in a notebook lines. Shakes my head buried in a noise of songs that are quite right "SHUT IT UP" , Mindless Self Indulgence is responsible, screams of pain GUIIIIU GUIIIIIU siren sounds, I was never good with onomatopoeia, screams of pain , everything begins to change color , consistency was never the best option , therefore I hate waking up every morning.

is very clear, and the indescribable sound of a nightingale, the easier it is to simulate a chick Pio, pio, pio. In odd to end this once. is my constant my constant damn, would not be able to say sorry it would not be able to face the pressure of any situation, the final are my thoughts and nobody said should be correct.

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" When I can not hurt me more because I feel another pang through my entire body, is nothing like feeling that my life is over slowly, and not because they are sick or because I want to kill all the fault of the feelings and emotions that inadvertently take away my life. Although you can not see the blood through my skin, but can not hear the nails of thousands of souls tear my flesh. I cut to release endorphins, to feel more pain, for drugging my senses and surrender to pleasure with a sigh. "

Pain is the only emotion that does not disappoint you , because it always hurts , so you know it or not ... still there, no matter if you get over it because it keeps coming back, at a different time in a different time ... I always thought that life was not so difficult, but when I feel like dying of pain you realize that life is very hard. I guess the most important thing is show that does not hurt, I do not mind, but in truth is quite the opposite, that no one can feel sorry for me, and do not ask because I am well. However, I think the most painful is when you feel pain , when so much suffering you become unable to feel, when the tears do not appear, and your body stops shaking, while presumably get to the peace .. . It is not that masochistic, but I like to feel pain, because only then I can know I'm alive .

ever hear the pain makes you human, sometimes I wonder How I can be human? , and I conclude that there is pain evil, are feelings that come from my own humanity, of what I feel , my helplessness, rejection, of my misery of the urge to scream to the world that I do not care, even lie. I disagree with those who say that the pain is testing death, because in death there is no pain, she chose to die is because he wants to stop suffering , perhaps the pain is to live life. Gradually, I realized that thanks the pain you learn to defend themselves, which sometimes is better a shell that makes you be cold, to avoid many misunderstandings, pain is merely an emotional expression and sense, a way to tie to reality, and to make down to earth, is like breathing or eating ... Sometimes in my moments of craziness, I think if I can go on a diet, then I can do something to stop feeling pain, suppose if I save, I must make my own happiness .

Sadly I have come to realize that fled in pain, I try to hide , I do everything possible to not go out or a piece of suffering of my being, and although now I can hardly pain, feeling alive, well that is life is about that, and pain is only part of the human essence .

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A farewell never looked for, but today feels more tangible than the gulf that separates us. All these words I was slowly accumulating in the walls of my room are you meant, but I never had the courage to do, like kisses on my skin that were prisoners. And now that I think, life is but a dream, a dream that you have already attracted ... I try not to regret for being such a coward, so weak, so fragile, not to tell you through every one of those words, I love you crammed over me not forget the "you are my sunshine" near "you has become my all, "and the tears that once permeated the life got the better of me, while life was stronger than you, and that inadvertently wrote the world's largest hate," left me, damn selfish ... Your

forces vanished in the time you closed your eyes and you gave into the unknown. Today I remember that you were never alone, we always were the two simply forget that we were one, and we parted. This is not a letter for you, is a letter for me to make me understand that I have you no more, you disappeared and neither you nor I were able to realize only when we react too late, and I lost, I lost.

Life becomes so complicated that at one point everything becomes absurd, and I only have the desire to want to go with you, and I have nothing left worth fighting for, and not a kiss is good now because I know you are not. Since I have nothing to want, I have no strength to walk, not a life to go. Everything is in order, so calm, so warm, yet I feel empty, and I have no reason to stay, I know it's selfish, but I try to understand Why you and not me?.

The day you said: "I want to be with you for all eternity damn, I thought you know, you thought ... But now I understand it was not very seriously, you forgot to do so and leave me in the first attempt. Look in the mirror trying to find your face, like those times looking lost you sank into it. But you are no longer, and only sometimes when the weather is good I feel your aroma, your purity close to me, I like to believe you are here, but I regret to say that is just part of my imagination. Sometimes I look for an excuse to believe that you burn in flames just because it's just, life is always just and when you wake up and charges you bill.

Be fair or not is not important, look for a reason, to escape without shame, without fear scream, feel the wind, live for the first time, that's the important thing I know, I have only fear to start to live without you I realized that never were indispensable for me, and understand that we are all disposable, and you did me, and I feel that I will with you. And

inadvertently without accepting it at all, without realizing, your memories, your smile, your looks, your words, your lips, your bloody lips, your smell, your walk, your joy short-lived and the way how to accept the reality whatever, they go little by little about me, are moments that destilled in time, and cleared my mind giving way to other things, perhaps simpler, perhaps less important, but as part of my present, my now.

Kisses that were stored in a drawer, lips that now refuse to die knowing that they were never able to kiss you. Hugs not reached their destination, coupled with knowing glances anything. I could not see you'd go, and now I'm charging so would ... Still can not get figure out who to hate more, because you leave or me to let you go ... If you still stay by my side, please wake me, just as you wake up, when I turn your life ignoring my heart. Cursed

defect was stronger than I am, your cut will look like you left in my soul, and although they are difficult to see, burn like hell itself, burning from the inside out, and my phone does not ring, but although I know I will not get anything even waiting for your response. Your thousands of freckles fade one by one, red hair or was it brown?, As it does not matter, I have forgotten as well as your eyes and lips, as your belief and your desire to protect myself, knowing full well that I must protect.

Now there are only wanting to remove your name permanently from forgetting I ever thought that we were one, without being really, who loves you so desperately to forget to include you in the package, you never knew what I felt for you, and and now that I know of no good, I will not be able to kiss you.

02/29/1908 01:06 PM

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not find a way to say how I feel. I just want to try to find the beginning, a start in order to understand once and for all ... I think I'm doing a lot of important things with my life, and undoubtedly go the way I want, but sometimes I feel that my life is crumbling , everything is chaos, that nothing is in order, and it is only an illusion , a way to cheat making me believe that all is well, proceed to .

I have everything under control , but is hopelessly out of hand I do not know how to continue hiding so many things, saying and many others, continued How deceiving, believing that nothing has happened?. No way, no reason, no precise or exact there is no why, no how, just everything is acceptable as it is, and start to have problems with that, things begin to wonder , and expect answers, wait and wait and wait for anything because they never get those answers.

all starts to come together, and I can not find a way to remove whatever was originally separated. My life is nothing but a game, a damn game that I do not want to play , and start to wonder and ... If not there?, "If you were not here? , Does anyone know the difference?, Anyone would realize that no longer exists?, It is most likely yes, but really not how I want to ask the question, just trying to fool not to think something that makes me feel worse, but in reality Are you'd realize that no longer exists? , really Am I important to you?. I

order, protocol, a procedure for the first time in my life I really want it, want to start from zero, zero really, I know it sounds absurd, and it is not possible, but somehow as I close every door ajar I left my life ' waiting for the possibility of something that just hurts me, hurts me ', I close everything I have left unfinished for fear of truncated the possibility of a different future, but for the first time, I have the urge to smoke, because I feel that without it I can not keep growing.

hurts in every way imaginable, hurts me to see you, feel you near, know you're there, it hurts me to hear you talk , I stuck the words, and just keep thinking, I do damage, and start to feel silly, hypnotize me, you have a strange effect on me is something stop feeling any . Precisely this is the first door I want to seal, so that the demons that are inside can not ever leave, you no longer want to watch, and hate one by one the times and I saw that day most wanted to be my hero , I hate them because I know you never really had.

and unavoidably, I discovered that these doors that I thought I had closed still open. I close cycles, closing so many things, to continue with my life ... But I find it very difficult, if the past haunts me, that hunter attacks his prey, but I know that at some point I will get the balance I seek, the best way to stop those things that I do not remember in place, and of course leave you tied to the past, not having you in my mind anymore ... curse the hour I met again.

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I wish I could stay in the shower as long as necessary, until the weather becomes millennium. Still, feeling the cold maned go my skin, burning my whole being. I feel like shortness of breath, and my breathing starts to become more difficult, as if everything had gone silent, causing the end of it all.

Water through my body, Abbe without limitation all my fears. Clean the darkness that is increasingly noticeable, clean I be an infinite number of evils. I do not want to leave, I want to stay here in the shower, her hair in his face, waiting to be done tomorrow. My hands were numb more by fear than by the cold, I stopped feeling, and my soul is naked, as naked as ever has been, so bare that I feel vulnerable, I have fear that someone might hurt me, I will not be seen in this state, the purity has hurt me.

My bad thoughts go down the drain, falling without fear in the pit of hell. I do not want to be seen this way, I have shame of my nobility. So pure, I feel that I am not, I do not want to show to a million idiots, holding a huge placard with words of apology, announcing my resignation, only to protect my heart. I still wonder if it was over, why I still use the tape you gave me?, Do not understand what the point is, I guess with this cleanup, hidden feelings are out, and even dream you dream prohibited.

I'm still looking for a place to hide, where nobody can find me ... The eyes burn my skin and I am much purer today than yesterday. The water continues through my body, following the contour of my skin, soaking my sorrows, drowning my reason for being. I want to run without stopping, and never look back, feel safe, where you could leave out a part of me, where silence is the loudest that may exist where there is no one and nothing, not to be disturbed.

Now as soon as possible, I have to exit the bathroom, and run without stopping until my room, introducing me to the bed and protect me under the sheets. Because that is where I feel safe, hidden in silence within the 4 walls, being really me. And I discovered that there is no place more secure than this, because nobody knows the confidence that I have, and how good I feel, therefore I am not hiding anything ... It is only under the sheets Ato.

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's gone forever.

When there is no tomorrow,
When the sun is gone,
When loneliness just not going
unavoidably And the truth is lost.

When I do not know what to write,
When love no longer fills me
When the music and or understood
And all the feelings become stone.

When I do not know if they exist,
When dying is like living,
When I feel empty
And words no longer want to go.


2:54 pm.
7-Feb-08
Barqto - Vzla

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Wordless Secret

My beautiful girl! Where walks
tonight so beautiful?,
Who watches your steps
that away?,
while a full moon shines on you almost

into eternal night.

eternal and ephemeral
the meeting
a reason turned away, and a
expected
that stretches ... Well today
you my pretty,
you stay awake, waiting for your love

that one day he left just
.

No pain
not be cured, or
joys that
die, if I

my sad little princess I can help, such

hero who comes in and says without reservation that you come
rescue,
they do not think most
today and only a smile regalame
it is forever, and that
never erase from my mind
! .

Tequiero.

1:42 a.m.
26 Jan 08
Barqto Vzla

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Today

keep a secret I would like to have,
A secret that slowly eats my life,
Something not let me continue,
A stupid apathy deepens, Cursed
time that never comes Damn
who missed this,
And in secret will be converted.

worth And tell you from the bottom
of my being, so in this paper it is written:
" * I wanted to say many things, and among those things that I loved you. I wanted to bet on us all, but in the end did not give anything. I wanted to tell you about my life, and beautiful things that you felt. I thought swear that one day that only death would separate us, only you, you forgot that I was . "

If at the end you leave without looking back,
you take your stuff and you left
And you left me wounded and thousands of things to yell.
How do I now not to mourn,
And to make sure everything is perfectly normal?,
How can I forget and desaparecerte of my mind?,
Do as it exists, Borrarte
forever Continue
where my life stops,
And to be happy for once.

But for some strange reason, I have no
damn
value in the face to yell
That you do not want anything.
But for some strange reason, I have no

the desire necessary to say no regrets
That for me you can go far.

How ridiculous am to mourn without control,
If in your heart you do not even know who is love,
Let me tell you I too,
And yet I have here drawn,
Do not know what it means to love,
Because you see me crying and just get out.

Sometimes I like to erase all
and act as if nothing had happened,
This would be easier to continue,
Without waiting for an answer that will never arrive. Cursed

secret with me I,
That one story,
And inside I strive to maintain,
That will never leave me,
And for you I gave all I felt,
And nothing I care anymore,
That in the past you want to leave,
And never a secret you remember because you already!.

11:52 pm
11 - January - 2008 Barquisimeto, Vzla
* Excerpt from "Tardes de Mayo"