«Ego» by Boddah Costa

No way, but my soul is hurt today. How the many time not been this the thing more strong of our life? in my life! So many time, I guess that every moment is special, bad or good. Everything is special, all is a lesson than have learn in life, same that hurt us like blades over the skin cutting the flesh until bones. Made scars for all life.This book not is all, not is the better and not is just more one. Maybe will be one between one that little by little grow up in the way of glory o' my life by my ego or maybe all this is bullshit. One bullet per prey and leave that death come from bleeding in this moment I don't even need stay high, now I've a medicine pool that are many pills that don't stop the pain and I guess it's schizophrenic I feel the mirror and is greatest pleasure of our lives makes me think that sex is a world many small to explored. Even though a beautiful brunette girl moan the my name.Today was not a special day, in fact a very ordinary day like the others not recorded in this book. But I had a crisis after a long time, not to forget that I'm sick. I had a feeling like euphoria, but not the pleasant kind that took my breath away in a choking sensation and another warm feeling. I ran outside the house, drank water and feel a lot of pain, but for a brief moment compared to the last crises. After a few screaming sessions, I caught my breath and went to bed.