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A strange letter ... Monday

Hi Wesley,

I did not think having to resort to this, but long I feel so strange, with different mood and that worries me, hurt me, always take it out me, and I never take care ...

I see you every day as it came into the world.

I hear your songs without saying a word while you shower.

I who conosco to the depths of your being.

do you treat me so?

Why stains my humanity?

do I put a face after your chores?

much I suffer, I suffer when you burp in that strange place to posarte on me.

do not know how to handle this, but I'm not the only one suffering, because when you look at me mom, I always hear people say "damn, why have a child like that!".

Have mercy on us and we will all be happy

Atte.

Your faithful friend, The toilet.

PS:

- No PostScript

XD - Ah no yes! There's one! 'Ta did not know I write, I hope you liked it!
- And another!

LIVING MY CLOSET!

VIVA!!

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