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Today I got hurt just to see if I can still feel something. He watched out the window until I decided to leave the room, I rolled down the stairs of a slip, but I felt no pain. I then went to the terrace and jumped four meters down into the garden of the school, maybe I broke my leg or a flower nailed me in the arm but felt no pain.
I went to the art room to throw up painting, acrylics and my eyes went dead, but did not feel any heat. Tasted bitter, absurd, but had no discomfort. Down

kids make fun of my appearance, but no bother. Today

ran down the street with my uniform wrinkled, my lungs bursting, but there was no pain, my throat was closing, my heart went out the trachea, but no pain. I waited sitting on the edge of the village, spent a boy with dark glasses on a bicycle and shouted at me bad Palabé flush after her run me. I had tire tracks on the bodice, but I did not feel any pain.

I walked to the door of my house, a group of schoolchildren came near me, four friends and a couple of touching, waited for the ironies of life, but no pain. I went and let my mom yelling at me for being dirty, but I did and did not hurt the frutración of my plans.

then I kept my violin with a lock and threw the key out the window.

I did a pile of my favorite books and burned along with the last bottle of alcohol I had.

I took my notebooks of poems and wrinkled hands, threw them away. I broke my

classical records in two.

bitterly chewed my birthday candles last until my teeth were broken.
broke glasses and walked barefoot over as if I could see.

tore my piano keys until there was not a single whole.

that I put out the candle which grandmother never talked to him.

Today I managed to hurt me just to see if I can still feel something. Destroyed my world in a matter of hours and felt nothing, I am a walking empty, I am a faceless silhouette, without body, I have nothing, I lost the ability of the performance.

I looked in the mirror at the end the day and was then attacked me with fear, the agony came after much searching. Breaking

tiny crystals all, I began to mourn.

Only in my life, the more beautiful it becomes a nightmare.