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What am I, but a bundle of dreams? Everything flows, and nothing abides; everything gives way and nothing stays fixed. Change is inevitable, and I wish it was more desirable. I know I want something more, though I don't know what it is. I know that change will help me, maybe I should accept that, flow, like a river, melting my existence with other drops, going down the mountains, until the sea finds me. Until the waves return me to the shore.

Last night I got high.

Monday started very good, but the week has been going down.
Although I’ve been able of reducing the time between sessions, every time the dose is higher.
I can’t go running anymore. Last day I tried to do some exercise and discovered how this is damaging me. I saw myself in the mirror, but the face I saw was not mine. In the dark, the man at the other side of the mirror, the ghost with the squalid skull, looking at me with eyes wide open, laughing. I saw him, and he spoke to me.

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