Mary is a deeply unhappy woman. Perhaps at birth or maybe something has disturbed children. A closed unhappiness in his heart and masked behind huge, weird, fake smiles. Mary's eyes do not shine ever seen in the photos. Pictures taken when she does not notice, but even when it is posed, does not change anything: the light turns on. Mary was carrying a burden on himself that perhaps was left behind by a fierce race of bad luck and ielle. Hands down a collection of all the ugliness and distortions. Maria seems to be the living portrait of " the sins of the fathers upon the children fall." He tried to cure his sadness with different drugs and also had some success. But short transient periods. The sadness of the salt from the throat and as a viscous liquid closes the mouth and nose and then destroy the brain. Even the sight becomes blurred. He feels useless, forgotten by everyone, not appreciated. Maria suffers, she is sensitive. A feeling that the door next to the other but while away. Everyone wants to be her joyful spirit that the gnome mischievous moods among glimpse from time to time. But inside there is only a profound inability to appreciate life. What can be done to alleviate his pain? Write? Long walks? Maybe. In fact at the time that serves as the pen but it does affect the point that his pace is steady, the invisible sticky foam starts to rise. Was remained there in the back of the throat, gurgling and threatening but in the end. He felt the presence but not felt on the tongue, nasal cavities, stalled the queen of his being re-elected. What can Mary do?
When I feel like Mary I try to imagine to walk and write. He told me about something or think of caressing a field of daisies. In short, the mind distracted by the thought of a distressing sadness attenaglia. Is it enough? Probably not, but perhaps not to become increasingly bitter and paralyzing. I give myself the time it takes an external event capture my attention away from the pain of a vicious circle that feeds itself.
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