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When the joy is erased from the face, when the eyes lose their light, when the thinness is denoted and the hopelessness nests.
It is like losing all desire and right to live.
When hunger makes the stomach burn and the intestines crunch, you go to silent death.
When you take two things to not make the suitcase too heavy and you feel that it does not weigh, maybe you feel relief, if, at the moment you do not feel it, it is because the soul is heavier having to leave the lar.
Fleeing eyes, with deep eyes in every face that crosses the path, fill the soul with agony.