stood up with tears, and did not know if it was the dream or is that not a lot to cry. Then he remembered between what thoughts he fell asleep, and did it again, because it was not worth the pain "physical" consequence of the previous night and was too afraid to stand up. Once more, let dance to their left and right head and filled his soul with darkness gradually, without noticing it until the end when there was only sadness and obsession. Guilt Damn! Lit expelling things light and sound, and yet, as much as up the volume did not hear anything, and was crap because I needed to hear something. He found comfort in being blunt and pragmatic, as if everything is mathematical and , there was a fucking mystery to be solved sooner or later. But there was nothing to clear, in fact it was she was hiding, as if the rest could not see her just because she did not want. And he had run out of patience.
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