Gone. I was here, flooding every molecule of my being, and is no longer. There. I boiled the blood, burning inside me. I was killing. I was dying. And no. That anger that seeps through every pore, that I was bursting inside, is gone. The same anger that made me think that the world was conspiring against me, that you conspired against me, that there was no justification for what they were doing to me unless I odiases like no one ever hated someone else. But I do not feel well. Now I know what you did had nothing to do with me. What can I jodieras life, but not on purpose. You did to fuck, just to benefit. It's a relief. Know it was for your sake and not for my bad about what you behaved like a complete bastard I feel fine. I'm not so egocentric. I know full well that I am not the center of your world, just mine. And whatever you do, either for or against my goals, it has nothing to do with me. That is not you fall ill. Only you fall better. It seems to me correct. It seems perfect.
But, for once, I think before me than you. Never take it badly, it's nothing personal, but I decided to want a little more to me than yours. So I ask you please not call back to my door, do not try to contact me, do not call me or look for me, I did not expect, I do not speak, do not look at me. Basically, you leave me alone forever.
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