Sunday, Nov. 2 days .... a lackadaisical tired, and it is already evening, in fact I have the impression that the day never came and the darkness of the night past is never gone, it did not rain, and perhaps it was a nice day ... but not for me, I feel a little 'a zombie jumped on the bed or in the bathroom to smoke and the usual thoughts that do not go away and the usual dreams that seem so distant so unattainable ... to search a crack of light that is not mine I shot a bit for another blog, usually I enjoy ... but I have not found anything that could interest me at all to answer my apathy creeps everywhere and takes everything as a stain 'Oil slips slowly and sealed in me and I went outside myself in the mirror and I saw that look lost, mine, believed to have buried, but not so much .... but then those are words that no one wants to understand that no one approves, that no one believes me and the words an eternal struggle that nn so I use them or they do not make my thoughts ......... sad
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