05 agosto, 2011

'hey slave, can you please help me to bring some chairs to make a stool to me?'

obvisiously he wasn't my slave for real. and even more obvisiously he didn't help with that because he had to do some absurd other function that was his job.
but he carried me on his shoulders for two weeks and made me remember things i've forget for too long and to forget things that really don't worth enough to provoke all the stress usually do on me

he made me have the wish to believe again.
and someday i've just started.

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