hours in absolute silence. From the window you know how the day progresses, and the slow, agonizing, why you suffer so much? - And you get to hate it so clean, warm, when you are no more than a dead soul in a body counts her hours of life. One, two, three, how much can you take?
eyelids weigh you because you have not slept, but not thinking it. In each of your nightmares you remember how you lost it, and painful, fight and love him with all your being so that she may snatch your righteous, death-and remember it every time is to sink further in that distress. Do not cry, tears keep what if you already have shed all? Do not eat, you're not breathing. You are single and like, not bear to see the coa way ... Delusions of a desperate woman. And those dreams are completed today, with the room lights turned off and the window closed, you hear the noise from outside, muffled behind the glass. If you had forces, I stand up and close the curtains, but your body has become heavy, your muscles will cost you move ... except the eyelids. The close and open several times, your blue eyes become blurred a spring, to see you hurt. You finally close your eyes and your image becomes a whip, he moves his lips, talking to you!
Come with me.
is your request, you can not refuse. You're ready for it, knew there'd come looking for you. I say you wait, which soon
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