Why do I feel like I'm going to die at any moment?
Lately I see the world with a different tone... I may not possibly make it to December, so don't be surprised if I stop talking, friend, maybe, just maybe, in a thousand years i will appear again.
Who wouldn't like to simply disappear from this damn system, from the people around us, from the shit we live every day because we are different from others?
Is it too much to ask to close your eyes and take a deep breath?
It is not easy to find peace of mind in that rubbish society, and even more so when your ideas are not appreciated or considered.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Cartas de un ángel caído
Non-fictieRecopilación de cartas tristes,de amor,de dolor,dejadez,de todo un poco.Ningun texto escrito en este libro es mío,solo le doy voz a las personas que no pueden.
