Last night, your mother decided to accompany you to sleep. Still can not stand the gray solitude and the shameless abandon. Even light a small lamp and revel in the warmth and confidence that you lost four years ago when you were born ... She is already old and fat and his arm that measures your body-wide alternative beat-cut relationship you had with the look of your bedroom ceiling. Pesa. Still, you're small and helpless and need. We lack air and close your eyes. Unable to breathe properly during sleep and forces throws you into the break.
up your mother forgot to let you breathe. Now in the morning, the little lamp and does not shine like last night, now, the heaviness of your mother has become negligible now, you do not need anyone or anything ...
Last night, your mother gave you the company of death ...
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