Hay días en los que quisiera tirar todo abajo, quemar o borrar all my writing, take off the skin so much bother me, forget everything and everyone, scream when no one was listening, walking naked down the street, become a sheet, I believe a leaf and take the life of the blade, feel that everything makes sense, that everything has legs and walks with me, I can with myself when I fall upon me, stand up without shame naked without shame, a truck running over all my insecurities, cut into pieces with a bike close to the demons in me, get out of bed when I want, wake me when you want, put a bomb on me I repressor, challenge the beasts of my conscience, with hair swept the ashes of what left, creating an island in the middle of the ocean of my thoughts, give my pride a one way ticket, stop promising that I will not promise, cook all the harsh truths of my life, break all the mirrors and get rid of bad luck, darning lips when I have to talk, make peace with my irascible side, get the batteries to the alarm, bathe for hours to wash the dirt of my soul, be my own my own boat and captain, breathing deeply to feel dizzy from so much oxygen, say I think, believe what I say, to kick my ass stupidity, moth-eaten fabric patch from my mistakes, do not fall back into the dregs of my vacuum, believing in magic. I wish so many things ... I would like to stop thinking for a moment ... for example.
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