Story cover for 30 Días  by EdizonChicllasto
30 Días
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Ongoing, First published Feb 03, 2017
Mature
es momento cuando todo parece que cambió tan rápidamente y tan radicalmente y sólo tu estas en otra era, en aquella que tu eras importante para ti y no para los demás, ahora todo a cambiado ya ni siquiera consigues apreciarte, tu autoestima está por los suelos y estas en un gran "estado de melancolía"  tratando de quitarte la vida mentalmente y viendo tu funeral vacío sin nadie que lloré por ti...........
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todo se a convertido tan gris tan oscuro tan vacío que sólo hablar con tu propio yo tiene sentido decirte frases comunes como
"ellos no importan para ti"
"sólo he nacido y sólo he de morir"
"el dolor es prueba que a un estoy con vida"
"sólo importas tu y nadie mas que tu"
se vuelven comunes en tus días y nadie sabe cuánto diste por ellos cuanto te entregaste para que ellos estén con una sonrisa mientras que tu sólo ocultas llantos dentro de aquellas carcajadas y al estar sólo te sientes tan hipócrita......
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Mis padres me echaron de nuevo estaban tan molestos que ir a desahogar tus penas con lo mas fuerte que había en la barra se me hizo la única forma de calmarme después de todo según tus progenitores solo sirves para eso y así he de morir  y así he de seguir...
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Edi esta otra ves al borde de la barandilla de la azotea que tantas veces le hicieron pensar en soltarse de esos tubos de aluminio para que allí acabará el supuesto dolor de aquellos problemas le rodeaban y unas gotas de la frente fría de este ser le incentivan a hacer lo que vino a hacer tomo aire y con lo que le quedaba se echo.....
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hoy todos visten de negro como si ese tono oscuro hubiera sido su último anhelo de aquel joven, llantos se escuchan al fondo gritos de  aquellos que no te dejan dormir en esos días y una brisa golpea suavemente el rostro de aquella mujer que se lamentaba de lo sucedido, acaso el se equivoco cuando vio su futuro acaso a el le importó lo dijeran después que el falleciera acaso el.....
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