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Today in the toilet there was little packages to open, pull the red cord and tear down everything that was inside. Then another parcel, covered with transparent things he should not give to her body. And down, down and down but not enough.
bathroom, kitchen, bathroom again.
And this time the brush in his hand, pushes it down, until something comes out.
Cigarette, while the throat burns.
Burn a time without pain.
Ah yes, with a dress over and cut all the nails, not to cut the skin.
He felt that cry that came out of the chest, but clapped his hands against his head to push it where he was born, he could not get out, did not have to hear it, those tears would have remained inside.
* No I do not go.
No I'm not evil.
No I do not get up.
I stay in bed all the time.
No, I do not go.
And now, what will you do?
Then I throw that book?
not that simple.
But yeah, take it and throw it away.
You must come here,
you have a duty to be there when I'm wrong,
screamed through her tears lying in the toilet.
Love I can not, I can not
Love, Love I can not
,
I'm sorry.
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