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Want to know what I did this morning? Although not care, I'll tell you, I was running at five o'clock to the deadly fatal asthma attack and almost died, but it was well worth it. Do you know why I did 'Cause I have a new philosophy that may just lead me on my self-destruction or otherwise, to the total improvement.
Running means to me face all my fears.

When I run, I guess that is behind everything I pull the legs toward the underworld of sadness that I know by heart, oh yeah, I'm a Caserita of depression but I have no intention of returning to that.

And then, if I stop I know you will eat me alive and you know how to end this time. I left when the streets were empty, had puddles of water everywhere (who knows why, because I know it's not raining), the sky was pale blue and white half, I could only hear the music from my headphones. I made a list specifically for running and believe me it's a lot of help.

There, in the desolation of a city newly awakened, I was, the poet who has always been a vegetable, doing what I always hated: Running. I hate to now run in PE class, but in the morning was different. I ran hard, demanding everything and for a moment I thought how stupid it would be heroic to die running, I understand die writing, making a sonnet or acting on stage ... but dying is not running for me, is for athletes, for people who do it every day and has taken do love that feeling of stretching muscles.

issue I'm leaving right? It is generally running face my fears. I've always been afraid to run because it ended in the clinic, emergency area, but I can not hide from shoes forever. Do you understand what I mean? Just can not hide, and although hurt me, though it ends in the hospital (okay, I will be extreme) even if I die of suffocation, I have to stop being afraid.

Because I confess that today I realized that until now, my 16 ridiculous record, and with all my ability, I have scared even the most absurd things. Want a list? Fuck, it would not be endless, but some comments will not kill anyone. I have a fear of what? A look at people's eyes, to greet in unfamiliar situations, to think about troubles they may come true, to look at the mountains when he traveled to the mountains, to see people disconnected and connected, it's ridiculous, absurd, I hate the fact I have fear to my own reflection.

Sometimes I say "That's me? Oh, but how things have changed. Back home, ground floor, I realize I can not keep laughing at school to get here to play the piano as if whatever I eat and drink.

Want to really tell you what I think?

I think I will return to a strong depression, I can feel it, but I stick to everything I can to avoid reaching the limit again, I can beg on their knees, do not want to go back to those weeks of isolation, slow songs, filled notebooks and going blank for hours.

I'm not dead, I'm not dead, I'm not dying, no I'm going to die yet, I can only think about it.

I run, my friends.

Now is when I think I've always run.

I'm always running away from everything.

Hugs Bohemian

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