I must confess that I have no memories.
died while on holiday, say others. The story goes that a volcanic ash made them so quickly they had no chance to move. And since then I have worked hard to show others that I have memories. But no, I have them. My experiences are copied, my stories are inventions, everything you say is the opinion of someone else.
I must confess that I've been tired too. Step
the day in bed, watching movies or reading. My back suffers damage and sleep during the day but at night the sorrow haunts me. Right now, my bed has grown tired of me and has taken the mattress. Prefer to sleep alone. Allowed, yes, I stay with a quilt and a blanket. I stand beside her and she, indifferent, remains unchanged, with the support back and everything. To take revenge I turned on the light and I started writing. You can not sleep. Al like me.
I must confess I've been seeing a doctor in secret.
The doctor did not know my name and just asked what I have. To him, I am the most important person in the world. All I want is to hear me, so every day came with a new disease or a fracture. I hit my finger with a hammer, I drop a brick on my foot, crash my head against the floor. The doctor scolded me and said to be more careful. I make like I'm sorry, I pretend to be brave and not cry with the injections. But when he hands me his hand and I say it, all I can do is look at it with nostalgia. Although I think he realizes. I must confess
degradation when I'm sad.
really. Before measuring over three meters and the last time I used the rule only reached two meters. My hump you can not stand at my back and always in conflict. No one can mediate between them. I, meanwhile, I become addicted to change channels and I am satisfied with the series I've seen a thousand times. Gradually my body is fading, but say nothing. Around me, the world is also silent. We were wrong and it turns out, the man is an island.
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