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55 - Dear you.

It seems I've encountered myself.
My mental disorder has doubled and, for a change, shuffled and get lost in a sea of ​​nonsense.
However, here I am, standing firmly, without allowing your wind push me.
Without allowing your instability collapse my chaos.
And so I do, by chance and improvisation, as usual.
Time ago I got used to writing in draft, I force myself  not to think so as not to drown in a sea of ​​doubt and disappointment.
It's easier.
I do not seek you, I do not care if you get lost and I do not find you, I do not care if I stumble again, I do not care if I do not stumble.
So many battles have left me bruises, maybe I'm just so tired of war, struggling in vain, it's time to let things happen.
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