It was less than a second, maybe half of a second but it change everything...I was sentenced to die. I could not speak for myself... Just shut up and let it happen, I already knew. I had seen it many times it was kind of normal. Thought maybe this was another of my vivid dreams. This time sure it wasn't... My days, my hours and minutes were counting hurrying the pace for the time to come. It never get bored of doing so. I never understood how it really works, pass slow And laugh at your miss perfection, but it accelerates when something beautiful happens. It may had come from the devil itself.
They might come again to ask me for my last meal. Just like in my dream the same plate maybe... Waste of time thinking about it. I should be thinking about my family how they are, how they never called me or never answer me . Maybe they're fine with someone worthy, what I fear is, that they are not... Leaving in bad conditions because of me... Am I the product of that... It's all my fault... Maybe they don't have a house or even food to feed my poor and beautiful children. I fell asleep and dream it again less than a second or half the second, I could have said I something. I didn't... I was about to die my last meal well served. In chains, my last steps. I am in the chair, felt the pain, something feel of. And as always I wake up at the same moment
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Historia CortaIt was less than a second, maybe half of a second but it change everything...I was about to die.
