I do not know ... I just hope

I do not know ... I just hope

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Las horas pasan y mi vida se marchita tan solo con los segundos cada ves que veo el reloj recuerdo los días que fui obligada a pretender ser alguien que no era. Toda mi vida fue planeada, nunca tuve libertad para nada. Siempre siguiendo ordenes de mis padres y mis profesores. Todo lo veo de color gris mi vida no tiene color ni movimiento, mi corazón también ya solo es un pedazo de hielo que nunca se descongelara, ni con el paso del tiempo lo hará. El día que nací fue un diciembre 6 del 2002 a las 12 y 30 de la noche sorprendente mente fue la misma hora en que morí...y ahora espero a mi familia despedirse de mi en aquel sarcófago.
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"May I join you?" He sat down before I even said anything, I looked at him and carried on with what I was doing. "Want to hear a fun fact?" "My sister used to work at this place, she loved working here, she met the people she loved here" He said while looking around the place. "I wasn't ready you know? Like she was here and now she is just gone. Forever" I let out a sarcastic laugh Me" I know what you mean" I ordered four more tequilas, and paid for them. "Fuck life" He smiled, I pushed two tequilas his way and downed mine. Me" I have to go, it was nice meeting you sir" I pat his back and then grabbed my things. "You from England?" "The accent" I nodded Me" Well I'm from Cape Town but I moved to England when I was 6 years old with my Aunt." He also got up from his chair "Enjoy your vacation" I shrugged Me" I'm actually here for a funeral and my brother is getting married two weeks after that" He laughed "Isn't there a movie about that?" I laughed too "There is, I really have to go. It was nice meeting you" He said Me" Goodnight" He smiled "Goodnight" I laughed because Qhama really didn't recognize me and I feel stupid, because in a room full of people. He would be the only person I recognize, I guess I don't matter anymore.

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