Without inspiration
“Could it be that I stopped feeling love already?
“Is it that I’m incarnating the Self of before; who didn’t care for a cucumber a kiss, feeling or pain?
“Could it be i have changed?
“Could it be that I have had a brain transplant? Because to the truth, I’m acting by emotions.
“Could it be i don’t feel?
“The saddest regret is to let you go. I said: it will is the best. My demons encouraged me to deceive You, to deceive me, to deceive them.
“Could it be that I have come back to life?
“Could it be i have died?
“Since, if they aren’t one or the other: how will I live without having that medicine that makes me be still?
“I don’t want to keep doing this.
“Could it be that... I’ve killed myself?”.
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