it's one of those lonely boring sundays where i have tons of work to do and cero ganas; it's where the hormones that get stored over the weeks feel the need to release themselves via my tear ducts; there is a montonazo of clean and dirty clothes that need to be folded and put away, and washed, respectively; it's because there's too much cold and sadness and bitterness and loss and departures and memories and nostalgia; it's because 9 march is approaching (the date marking the end of his physical existence) and i found a picture of him yesterday.
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