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One thing I have learned is that you should never look back, the past is dead and buried, you get nothing for living there. Is all about today.
But I have been having these dreams... in them nothing is real. Nothing is solid, everything is fantasy. An illusion. In these dreams I am a live that is already gone, and today means nothing. Today is just a ghost hunting me.

I am at the end of the world, in the edge of things, and I am thinking of letting me go. Thinking about falling. I don't find myself among the crowd, and I do things I never thought of doing. You live, or at least you say so. Finding new meanings to what is meaningless. Searching for distractions, trying not to remember a well known end. Do you laugh about the jokes whose end you already know? Do you read a book if you know how it ends? Imagining that what matters is between the end and the beginning, but by night you think the middle is pointless if you previously know the end.

I know I will try to destroy the middle because my mind is troubled with the emptiness that you left. Meanwhile, I will tell myself I'm still breathing.

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