I explain to myself first, then the other.
Today I did something crazy. Full weekend, so that nothing and nobody, not even my "mission" does not force me to, I went to visit Mrs A, who died in hospital (not in our local hospital).
Well, the psychiatrist, she has nothing else to fuck the weekend? A spouse, children, friends, hobbies? It is suspicious, j'vous say, she manages well its not about death.
Ben, much respect my feelings and my desires. How else do you want me to be able to host this famous psychic dimension in others if I denied to myself?
I came, you answer I feel, my words, vocalizations.
Then the doctor came and told us to all of us, your children, you and me, this absolute mess of you. Everyone stood
throat or heart, looking at you.
The pain was immense. And love too.
I said goodbye, I knew I never see you again in life.
I said "I love you and with you, take the cart ... "
You moved your hand.
I went out, and I cried.
course you going to miss me, and before I returned to the chamber 39, your room, where they will install another person in retirement homes, I will time.
And when at last I entered, everything will return to you.
At this price, recognition of the pain felt at the death of someone we know intimately, we do not live with ghosts. I could make up for this new person.
You and I are left in peace.
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