Mother

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I have been thinking about you the past few days and it is not constant, I feel surprised. Maybe because in my intimate is their lack weighing now but now it makes more sense, I learned to live alone and the way here was arduous, difficult, bitter without you. I'm fine, I promise, but I miss our ride when I was still a little boy. I see pictures of my friends in childhood and this causes me a strange thing, as if something's missing in me and in fact missed. I can not explain, much less know how to say because I write these lines now, so long that I do not even know how your face but I remember he was very handsome ... gorgeous! Everyone says I look like juito with you but I know that just outside, inside, chest and soul us is quite different.
Mother, I could entragar me drugs as well as all my brothers, I could get drunk and try to get away from all that reality but I swam against the tide, I was not against the pain, ran over her left destroyed, with a piece of my heart that was lost in the world and I know I'll never find it. I imagine that everything was too hard for you, try to understand it but I can not ... it was as if my tears do not srvissem support for your courage and your gone, and nothing left after that time and take all little more ... I wanted to be everything and nothing at the same time by so much helplessness but is now past and I do not know how to cry, much less how to say I love you!


MZ