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I just don't rule. I'm in a mood where I don't care how beautiful the sunset is. I don't care if it's a nice breeze and the river is nearby.
Other times I would listen and feel something. Something strong. Someone might call it the present moment. Another luck.
If you ask me ... Nah, I don't care. I feel like something has died inside me in the last few months. And nothing was left after that. Poisonous remarks, use or harm from loved ones can no longer hurt me. Haha. I'm at a stage where I don't care...
Last night, I lay twisted in agony on the bed. I pressed my hands to my mouth so that sobs could not be heard. Samples of suffering, pain and exhaustion. If someone was pointing a gun at me now, I would smile happily and challenge him to shoot.
I move on with such thoughts. In the distance, I see children pushing themselfs on the sidewalk.. I want to shout at them that it's dangerous but then i notice a car behind them. All the questions about my existence blow out of my mind in an instant.
At that moment, only me, the car and the children were there. Nothing more and nothing less.
One child pushed another.
He fell on the road.
I ran to him
I I caught him.
He was lucky.
I pulled the boy into a protective embrace. Facing him and my back to impending death. Isn't that ironic? It was on that day that we wrote a essay about happiness at school. I wrote that it's like an invisible butterfly. He flies around us and when he gets tired or he accidentally like us, he joins our lives for a while.
At that moment, it landed on the boy's shoulder.
And it flew away from mine.
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Rafael
FantasyI looked into her eyes, they were exhausted, tired and empty. One might say that she looked sad, broken, disappointed, or even desperate. Well, I don't think so. She cried out all the grief with the malt until it was impossible. She wrote all th...
