And, one more time, she is
in front of the white paper and doesn´t get to fight with her demons. They are
winning a lot lately. They laugh. They dance. They drink on their own party.
They used celebrate her less of brave. They used celebrate the victory that
make her JUST live. One day after the day. She breaths(suspires) in an attempts
to find out forces to give one more step. To live(survive) one more day. And
then another one. Until, in a beautiful and sunny day, everything is over.
I feel I die faster in
these days that insist being ever the same.
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