If I published this post, maybe I'm still alive. If I'm still alive, I'll probably be digested by termites for eternity.With the constant feeling of being chewed opposed to the absence of appetite, alternating with the insatiable hunger .It is not easy to answer because I want to stop to exist.I have personally lost a key piece of myself, because of my mistakes , and know that I have not the chance to return back in time to live in a clean way is an irreparable blow.The anxiety slowly takes over and looking my skin i cannot see but I feel thousands of injuries sweating pus.The problems can be solved when there are solutions.It was clear that I will have not not a solution.That the door is closed forever.I'm paying for a mistake. But I am a human being. My mistake does not deserve such a punishment. Do I have to pay for my mistake with my own life because I has been deprived of the opportunity to live it.The tips of my fingers and fingernails are distant relatives of those who were .I do not distinguish heat from cold. I’m pasing my days biting my nails, tearing the skin of the knuckles with my teeth.Everything that I've touched in the last three years has changed from gold to dust.And, coup de grace, I have to accept the decisions made by another one. But if i take a decision about my life I am accused of being selfish.I’m accused to hurt the person who brought me to this decision.That’s why.
"Nobody wants to know how you feel , yet, they want you to do what they feel. " -Michael Bassey Johnson-
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