He was feeding on my pain
There was a state that you could announce but not listen to, you didn't know that you didn't know if the band-aid from her mouth came into her unconscious mind. Not being able to reach, to reach or not, to answer, to be seen as no respect for the soul of the depths of nobody is seen in the shatter, and you were ashamed to announce the announcement.
It was feeding from my pain, enjoying it, laughing when I didn't hear, it seemed that my unanswered questions were the melodies that gave her the pleasure. He was listening, no he was listening, he could hear.
You were silent, but the creature fed from the polluted waters in your brain didn't shut up, yelling at you from the thousands of ears in your head, insulting, cursing, wishing you were not born, asking you not to live, joking with you for life.
You wanted to close all of them with a button, you can not keep down, the only sound that can sleep all the sounds in your brain that you can not detach from the eyes like the blank board of the brain that you want to shut down. It's gonna be hard, it's gonna talk, but you do it, you do it.
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