a few months ago ... I remember the smoke of that cigarette ... It consumed me live that damn pleasure at once filled me with loathing.
I can't avoid it, I'll always hate my body when ask some relaxation?
They say I'm very hard on myself, I don't forgive anything that i should have killed myself ... and I didn't care then, and went on with my life bitter enjoyment...
"smoke consume you until you become part of the trail of death that will slide to the nose of someone else" ... I said while I burned alive ... my life was a mess ... it was a cancer ...
ESTÁS LEYENDO
The End Of The Storm
Historia CortaIs a book with short sad histories, or psicological histories, in english and spanish. May makes you cry or laugh... But makes you feel something very strong. I hope you enjoy it. Es un libro con historias cortas tristes, o psicológicas, en inglés y...
