all abductions are not uniform, it is recalled. At this time the number is called the absence of so many civilians still can not tell.
ONE
hurts. I hurt for days lost, do not need calendars to know from when I'm here. It hurts. Repeated passes hurt me that I have nowhere after so much walking in this march is not just a row sadness. It hurts me to just wait a worse place. It hurts to look at the faces of my colleagues and discover that the dead have learned to breathe. I have joint pain, should be by moisture. It hurts the eyes should be wet at both mourn. In this jungle I'm the smile and even he had ever had because there have been days that were to come: the first steps of a child, death of mother ... have been a dream that had not yet dreamed of and left me awake in this nightmare.
DOS
All landscape is only part of a maze. Played today again leave us tied to trees. The only hug here gives me a log that I can not cover. I met new evils of which he knew that the body could feel sick, but my real cancer is called loneliness. In the mornings whispering my name a thousand times not to forget who I am. But my name is Jorge, Esteban, Clara, Ingrid, Maria, Joseph, Miles, Richard, Frank and three thousand names. But I'm just a number that my captors bedtime recounted.
THREE
skin is rotting me because I had been rotting hope. Does a helicopter and I have fear, do not pass the helicopter and I have fear. No more radio batteries and DSPU silence that was shutting down and no one greets us at dawn.
FOUR
birthday today. Again. Again here. Here again my birthday. It is the seventh time. Nobody knows but death is the only gift I hope someone can give me.
FIVE
I went to wake up, damn it. I dreamed I was at home, this had not ever happened. Long never dreamed something so beautiful as to feel the hot shower and nothing but your voice calling me to breakfast. Is that for years and in dreams I am free ...
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