The agony that I not satisfied with the turbine in my mind. He also wants my body.
There is no body and soul. And there is the reality.
the world is there, and continues to turn. Everything revolves. Every turn. But at the same time, I still like dead fish gallggianti polluted lagoon.
I look at them undeterred. In some moments are totally annihilated. A few minutes later, I caught a bad of life that makes me want to call me at home to be picked up at school. My soul is not breathing, and fell to the ground and crawl away like a worm from this site where my body should be. What am I doing here? I do not belong here.
But I'm straight and composed, I take notes while I ignore my inner cry.
My days are presses that squeeze me. The bla-bla fired into the air with no direction, the laughter from his horse, human selfishness, the narrow-mindedness, a classmate during class that you squeeze the fat life looking for the ribs, the nature that the I passed grins, competition, expectations and claims of the past, the tears in my eyes and knocking them to the background if I did not quit. All of this is squeezing me. In every sense.
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