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today is struggling to breathe.
I tried to check my due date but was deleted. At this point I might have already expired. The taste always seems the same, but I am not sure of anything.
I can bear cold better than usual, perhaps because now inside of me I used to feel more and more.
Seeking an explanation that they are unable to find the night is long over and the ability to overcome it. The bright green
hours reflect a strange light in the room. On the wall I see the glint of light that changes and the minute that passes. The minutes are
days. The hours for years.
I'm still fighting with time, a crazy illusion that desperate struggle in a futile battle in which hope is a shield against the flaming arrows of reality.
The shield protects me yet but I might weaken and I would be shot dead.
Illusions make me strong and determined, but only for short intervals of time.
My sword is sharp, my confidence in myself, but does not detract from the opposing defense for now.
high land anyway. Ready to attack.
What is harder is to wait. Without sleep.
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I think I'm cute and I talk to someone. This is someone who should not be here, so I understand that there is something strange.
In the dream I wake up. I talk in my sleep and I miss it back from his embrace.
I miss the heat in the morning.
I miss the smell that was oxygen.
and trouble breathing.
