Only last night I found myself lost / By the King's Cross station Called
This time the red backpack itself was ours. DNA tests are irrefutable ....
We get to Montreal with the spoils of a life cut short for no reason I know well.
was not too many tears. Since there were few.
We got to Michelle and I recognize the unrecognizable. Since I can not ever be the same.
'm confused, hurt, angry, tired. I feel hatred
not me.
A huge void has insalada around us. Words condolences go as far and are useless.
One would feel like to be left slowly eat away the pain, own or someone else.
could not recognize the happy family I met a few months ago in the blurred shadows of a father, mother and sister who now wander through London collecting the necessary permits to move a coffin that carries no body inside.
life and not make any sense.
aimlessly because I write how I feel.
do not understand, do not understand, do not understand, do not understand, do not understand, do not understand, do not understand, do not understand, do not understand, do not understand, I do not understand, do not understand, do not understand, do not understand, do not understand, do not understand, do not understand, do not understand, do not understand, do not understand, do not understand, do not understand, not I understand, I do not understand, do not understand, do not understand, do not understand, do not understand, do not understand, do not understand, I do not understand
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