sábado, 3 de febrero de 2018

Ectoplasm

I'm an ectoplasm, I have no identity. A phantom, you could say. No. It's worst. I am an undead; I eat whithout feeding myself. I sleep without resting. I live without living. Mi life it's nothing but a tear, shreds of hoping, some day, to become human again. 

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