The largest of the weights with which lived since then, no doubt, was to support the belief that one could die of love. Death by Love was not any death, no. It was a slow attrition that began from the inside, home to the bone and viscera, who came to break the bones to preclude the movement, which eventually was reflected in the dead skin and waterproof, whose cells were dying by apoptosis in agony an elegiac metastasis pain.
My life without him since our last words made me very uphill. Life is not burning you alive, because a fire that destroys everything you do not leave anything. How do you live a life full of nothing? How do you do to understand what can happen in the minds of people to mutate feelings of overnight? Why I had been dropped without explanation after receiving so much love? Why ... why ... why ... If a door does not close properly, the wind always makes squeaking.
Purge comes from the Latin purge and means "to suffer a penalty or punishment to someone deserves for his guilt or crime. " And this swing of unanswered questions without realizing -or maybe yes, I subjected myself, night after night, including bathrooms with tears and songs of those of (no) forget, to severe progressive inquiry. Ego non te absolvo to pecatis tuis. Guilty of not having known how to love. My punishment was to let me die of love, and my life is going on as in a film by Eric Rohmer, where just nothing happened.
However, purge is also meanings "Freedom from something not caused material injury" and "Purify something, removing so unnecessary. " And time is the best telescope to look this divine comedy that is life with the necessary distance, I finished by suggesting that harmful to me is not without it. is to be without me.
This story is based on real events . My suffering was real, but now only keep a nice memory of it. The most bitter of the story contain pieces of me, but especially literature and universal feelings.
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