Maybe I should change my way of seeing things, you might forget once and for all you exist, you may need to put aside my past and start living the reality, a reality without you.
If you can not have your essence, no longer has any sense to hold on to this story, which I am acting alone, and which certainly expect a fatal outcome, full of sadness, full of loneliness.
I think it's a bit late to start a new life, as appropriate, would modify relevant aspects. But I can find really important in my world, if there are only remnants of lost illusions, wishes that I could never do. Reviewing the tangle of thoughts in my mind, unwind the paranoid need to find induced desperately worn by a brief story with you, only memories and nothing else. What a life so decadent
've been locked up in a fairy tale, in which, paradoxically, there are no fairies, I have overwhelmed each of my days with the irritating desperation to know where you hide. The harshness with which comparison to others makes me even more reprehensible, but despite all this, I failed to find an alternative that is sufficiently reliable, as redundant and falling into depression that tormented my conscience whipped.
The uncertainty that comes over me for not knowing what awaits me if I keep locked in the maze of feelings, makes me waver in my belief, those who have forgotten in a corner in a place called subconscious. I hoped the holocaust of my life, wickedness comes over me as I go, or perhaps would be more convenient, to say back, because frankly I feel I'm in the opposite direction to the path in my master plan, which should be you.
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