I’ve grown up. No, no, I’m not talking about counting the years, I’ve become a giant. Life told me, as I also said, “Go ahead, do it. “I’ve been there. And I did.
I was threatening my life. I’ve shown her that I’m not afraid of being beaten, that she can give me proof, bleed and stay with her.
- I’m not complaining.
- Is that fair? Sometimes I feel back pain.
- Are you sorry.
- Too? I feel my heart burn.
- It seems to stop at all times.
- But the schism for hitting and s stop and in the morning it wakes up full of dark circles.
- Faced with a hangover.
- Someone’s face.
- Who’s been beaten all night.
But I’m a giant. I’ve already told him (my heart) that giant heart, giant heart, being tired, being beaten, but keep going.
I’m a giant I didn’t have a survival kit in the battle against life, so I grew up, but now I can hardly go anywhere and almost everyone is amazed by my size.
I don’t use channels. Untethered. I don’t sit on the sidewalk with my hand outstretched to change, I’m neither proud nor selfish, but I’ve learned to grow throughout my life and now I’m like that, a giant.
Sometimes it seems that this life of giant has become difficult for me, I do not know how to wait to build my house, because I learned to do it myself growing and taking such a special size.
I can’t wait to be fed because my hunger was huge and I had to know how to produce enough food to satisfy it, I have no patience at all. But it’s life’s fault, when he saw me waiting for someone, he filled his fingers saying, Go ahead, you do it!Only!
Went? I couldn’t expect anything or anyone, it wasn’t a valid alternative for me, so I stayed that way?Géant. Et I’m scaring people. Others follow me because all this size allows them to feel safe. Some people want to take care of me. But I’m a giant, I don’t think I can let them do that.
It’s all the fault of life that he never allowed, always with his finger saying, Go ahead, do it!
It doesn’t mean just, you know, but I like to have company when I’m alone, a company that accepts my gigantism. Why is there always someone who thinks I’m Alice and I’m going to take this psychiatry formula?
Don’t you remember he shrank so much that he went through the keyhole?I don’t want to escape life. I didn’t want to be a giant either, but am I?
See that? Right there, on this horizon, I think it’s a concave mirror. I thought he was a giant all my life, but I’m just a person who projects a bigger picture of himself for life.
Does she (life) respect me now? And it made me a giant. You don’t know I’m the reflection in a concave mirror. You don’t know I’m just a reflex. You don’t know I’m alone. Don’t you know I am?
An ordinary person who looms over her, just to survive.