a sad day I was born, the kind that only exists winter, these leaden that nobody likes, heralding a storm that never comes ... and came to this world crying, as the day that, in the spirit tormented, not wanting to go out into the cold world that awaited me. I cried every day of the harsh winter because the cold and humidity had settled on me, the sky was always gray, always foggy, absorvió always the sun ... Spring came and the sky was gray, cold and took possession of all my crying never ceased. I knew that my tears do not become light the day but still crying. The sky announced that storm that never come ... the announcement was what made the day so agonizing, as oppressive, people whispered that the storm would arrive soon ... but I knew it was a lie, I knew I would never come ... and cried knowing that my crying was what kept us above the cloud. Cried the day I came into the world, because it was a day that marked my life, because the moisture came into my lungs with the first breath and I knew I would never be safe, we always knew the storm would threaten me, I knew I never would rain, but the threat was always there, through my fault, through my reason, but unable to let go.
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