when is it now

mercredi 11 juin 2014

nothing more than a week

nothing more than a week or one hour, so that's more than an hour before it is done, because here it's hot, it makes me fall down, and then I spend hours telling me it is still acceptable, because when we can still speak it means you are alive, so how to be how to say, you know, not, well it does not matter what I want to try is to put all the chances on my side, you see the light there is an unknown source, as if everything was long gone, I wonder how we can go that far, not that I gene not I look that's all I do and then I go into another room and told me that one day I might see what it is and then I move on to something else can, because everything here is closed, I understand that I must go on tiptoe, otherwise it will make too much noise, so in silence I move more and more like someone who needs to see what it's like when you're busy, what I miss, you know, it's a cat or a dog that could play with me, but eventually it bother me because it must also take care of, so I prefer to do nothing, then go back here is what I do and when it's time for a meal tray appears at the window, I do not see anyone bring it, this is an interesting meal, there is meat, vegetables , good dessert like I was sentenced to hang, but it surprised me because it's been that I eat well, so you care about me, and it comforts me even though I do not know why you care me without speaking to me

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