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Empty

sitting on the mud, her feet hanging in the air looking down with bored. I often, recently, sit there and wonder if I should be able to close your eyes, open your arms and jump. Minutes, hours, days ... I do not even realize, the rest just sat, unable to act, unable to end it and yet unable to take back my life. I lack the will to live but to die.
I go home and stare at the computer screen pretending to study. I do creative writing and the beginning of hundreds of stories that I can never finish. Attend classes at the university, but I am overwhelmed by panic just meeting someone you know around the corridors. I have a feeling that time is running against me, that life I get out of hand without able to enjoy myself, to draw something.
But then ...

- Why are you here? - It 's a question that I can not answer because they remain motionless without saying a word. - I knew you were not going right and that I was lying, but I could not understand why, so I followed. I know I should not have, but I just wanted to understand.

I speak, say so many things, but the words will not come out. Shakes my hand tightly.

- Baby, come home. - And those words have a sound so sweet.