Like an insect waits impatiently for my fall. Passionately want to shake and scream of pain to slake your thirst for revenge while you can splash and laugh in the puddle of my tears. You'll twisting toward me with a long knife in his hand, and looking clavándomelo bloodshot eyes to leave the water and salt again. I scream you hate me so sick, you want to suffer, they need to continue. Desperately looking for the best angle for cutting, and you're losing your strength in the attempt. I see in the distance and you're lying on the floor, you seem to have surrendered. I look with indifference and I see you suffer. You're a parasite. I feel sorry for you, at the end condescending. I take your knife, I've seen enough. You can do me no harm. I do a fast clean cut in his eyes and begins to sprout blood and tears. I've gone blind, but I smile, I have given you what you wanted. Ink runs a river rose to you. Now you're the one who cries.
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