English

Time passes, since I do not write, I needed to get away from myself, I needed to forget myself, because seeing myself reflected in words hurts me as much as looking at me in the mirror.

But I will return. I am still alive despite much fighting with my friend ‘death’ and I have given some steps that I will write here bit a bit

My feelings need to leave me, to see me from the distance of a writing.

I will continue to share in this my little world called “living with depression“, the struggling and falling of a person in constant disagreement with his own mind.


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Español 

El tiempo pasa, hace ya que no escribo, necesitaba alejarme de mí mismo, necesitaba no pensar, puesto que el verme reflejó en palabras me hacía tanto daño como mirarme en el espejo.

Pero vuelvo. Sigo viva a pesar de mucha lucha con mi amiga la muerte y algunos pasos que irón contando. 

Mis sentimientos son de mi, verme a mí mismo desde la distancia de un escrito.

Seguir compartiendo en este pequeño mundo llamado ” vivir con depresión” la lucha y las caídas de una persona en constante desencuentro con su propia mente.

My broken dreams

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