THE DRUGS © (IN PROCESS) # Wattys2020

FOR PEOPLE WHICH WE SHARE BLOOD:

I know that when you read this letter, there will be nothing to do.
I have tried, tried and tried to get peace within myself for a long time but I know that there is no feeling that makes me feel better in this life ... not in this life. I always tried to be a good son, a good friend, a good brother. That destroyed me, that made me weak, that left me here disappointing half the world.

I am not proud to go that far in life, nor to wake up and see the sun on a new day, but I am proud of anyone who reads my shits, proud because I know that you will go far .. believe me.

When I was little I was taught that the trick to mastering language was to break it down, to convince you that it was insignificant. The trick was if you repeat something over and over it loses its meaning. I understood that existence is the same. If you make the same mistake over and over again, you will stop calling it a "mistake". If you just wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, one day you will forget why.

Family, friends, I no longer waste my words. Even now, after hours and hours trying to repent I will, I can still feel the pain of the meaning of each word in my throat.

I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you .. See? Nothing.

Guys, I've heard that even in space, you can hear all the pain and sadness of my "I love you".

with a strange feeling of peace I say goodbye, yours

Daniel.
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Ariel González, 2020.