And sometimes comes the question ... The doubt that you have made my late spurt away from me.
hate this feeling.
lost everything because of my time ...
Sometimes I feel like falling from a skyscraper ...
I fall back and all I see blur on the side, it becomes elusive because he is traveling too fast, yet am I'm falling.
reached the ground, I do not die but I wake up.
sitting on the bed that I breath heavily, look around and see my room, everything the same as the previous evening. The mirror opposite the bed allows me to see my eyes ... Calm returns, but I can not sleep anymore.
I get up, start the day and the battle against myself ...
A voice becomes more acute, "Do not give up!"
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