I wanted to include my mother in this game, I wanted to trick her. I didn't tell you, Mom. You knew her too. We were always together. I thought you'd believe me when I said.
But Mom, the only thing you didn't see was that I was suffering. Now I'm going to isolate both of us from pain. If I can untie these ropes on my feet, I can get out of here. You know, I can do that. We cannot deny the existence of the powers given to me in advance. He lifted the stones that he thought was attached to his feet, and fell off the roof.
A bravery he never saw, even in his body, in his veins, in his ideas. He believed that he had to pick up those stones, and that he could fly, and he believed, as the justification of what he experienced. Her mother was crying behind her, and she wanted to believe in something that was lying or ignoring it. The lightness of a bird feather left down. The noises he heard were intersecting the sounds he thought he heard.
Which was ridiculous, who truly thinks about his goodness, but from her mother she's seen as her enemy, or from her imaginary friend she lived with in her hallucinations when she thinks that she's always protecting her? He fell down from the 10th floor where the hard concrete landed for him was a cottage garden as his pulse began to slow down.
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