...When sometimes other people's you are to everything, at least hope that something happens that alters your life, the destiny plays bad a last one to you and it strikes to you in the face with iron glove. Then sights to your around, disturbed, and you ask yourself for where the blow came and what it has happened exactly so that the ground is sinking under your feet. You would give what outside to erase what has happened, you long for your normality, your old customs, wanted that everything returned to be like before... But that before is another life, a life to which, incomprehensibly, no longer you can return....
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