Tonight, a dream of those who can not be forgotten.
I'm a piggy, not in the broad sense, in the true sense of the word. Capacity at the slaughterhouse, in an environment divided into three rooms: one large enough, the second giant with lots of wardrobes, the third small and narrow, and without a wall on the back: at the mercy of the world. While I am there, I get phone calls from my grandmother, my father, my aunt and a friend do not see the second year of university. Transit in the three rooms, and when I enter voluntarily in the third, the final and no return, I feel that my end is near. I look behind me and I see a road beyond the curve, of course, some predator that shall eat of my flesh.
strange hours to feed fears that I would have had seven months ago.
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