January 3, 1972 9:11
New voices are here, but I ignore them. They are not for me. No one cares enough anyway. Other voices try to bring me back, but I let myself slip behind the gray curtain again. I remember nothing, my being is darker, no hope is there, why survive? I might as well give up living all together. Living life is torture, there is never any joy in it. I feel no pity for those who didn't chose to do what I am doing. Losing myself is what I want.
-Esther
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Nothing Left
Ficção AdolescenteBlank. Empty. That's how I feel. No thoughts come to my head. Faint memories disappear, I know nothing anymore. Piano notes fade away forever, not strong enough to bring me back. No one is here, except fading footsteps. I don't move anywhere. I'm st...
