Hasta Que Despiertes

Hasta Que Despiertes

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Es como un sueño... Tal vez no un sueño, mas bien una pesadilla. Un recuerdo. Se repite, se repite miles de veces como un bucle sin fin en mi cerebro. Todo va tan rápido y tan despacio a la vez. Puedo percibir cada cosa que pasa como si mi cuerpo se activara ante el mas leve de los movimientos y todo mi ser viviera solo para sentir. Seguiré viva? Pero a la vez no comprendo nada, como si ese sentimiento o sensación que activa mi cuerpo se instala un segundo y luego se evapora dejándome sola, sintiéndome vacía, viendo la oscuridad eterna... Justo antes de que todo vuelva a reproducirse.
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My Life

This would be really boring. You don't need to waste time reading this. Not just boring, it might be even heartbreaking. The story was still going on, and therefore I had no idea whether it would end in a tragedy or not, but I had a feeling it would. And it did. We broke up under the striking, burning sun of 19th September, 2016. I write usually in a monotone description, therefore don't judge if you read this. My name is Rue, and I wish my life could be like the picture I put as a cover of my story, colourful, calm, and with a soulmate who keeps loving me all the way. However, things never happen as what we would like them to happen. I don't love my life, but I want to remember all that once happened. I want to look back one day, when I'm fully grown, and smile or tell my old self right now that I'm dumb. Mostly and lastly, I just want to remember him, the one I very much remember right now, but will fade in times to come. It is already fading now, and I only hope that I can write them all before they disappear from my mind, forever...

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