Gropped On Bus / Train

Day today , somewhere

Mr. God:

renounce the joy of your protection.

want you to stop sending signals when choosing the caminoincorrecto.

to get out If something goes wrong, so, and that my destiny seescriba while alive.

If someone is going to cause any damage it does, and that seaél who burn in his own hell.

I wrong without getting my mistakes, and poderaprovecharlos at some uncertain future. I enjoy my vices, misperversiones, not dawn guilty pleasures of earthly life.

I will not be more perfect, the elected, is this a big tareademasiado exhausting for a man of bone and flesh.

I walk a lot, forever. Until my feet bleed, until hurts. Until the pain ceases and the formation of calluses.

I want to be one more. Know the suffering of mortals. Quesea red blood running through my veins. Be vulnerable. Cualquierpeste or die from the pain of a penalty, and finally understand that my noes real fear of death, but to live.

This is all I have to say.

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