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What if you were the one in the middle forgotten by life? I am going to tell you a story about one who was just like this. He had a name that often was mistaken for a nickname… his name was Kalle. This little fellow was a boy often in dreams of other worlds far beyond your imagination. Dreams were the only thing that kept him alive though he never wanted to dream… he just had to, because it was no other way to escape reality. In dreams he were able to fly away from it all… it was his way to live and still people questioned it and told him he was after and would probably wake up to real life when he was old… but what if he never wanted to wake up, what if he wanted to live in his fantasy in his dreams, at least there he was someone.
At 7th June 1992 I was born a boy that would later in life be the one that heard all of the crap everyone had inside them. I don’t know how I should tell this story at the best way for you to understand, but I will tell you anyway. I don’t remember how I was born, well I guess no one knows how they was born, but from what I have heard my mom stood between a chair and the hospital bed when I popped out in the open air. I guess that’s a nice way to start a life. But I must say I was rather sweet when I got out. While I am writing this story about myself I look at pictures when I was a newborn baby and I am at the edge of crying… looking at how my sister held me in her arms and me being in the centre of attention for once. They all held me, me who now is the tallest in the family and who suppose to be strong and big… I was as little as a doll or even smaller. It seems like I was the only thing they cared about and if the world circled around me… it is beautiful and now I am crying. But these people don’t know me anymore… I turned out to be someone they don’t understand.
I smile when I see father sitting in a chair with me lying over his legs sleeping, I can fall asleep anywhere. My father is holding me in his arms playing with me making me smile, with one of does big smiles when you just know it’s the time of your life. A little chubby, smiling kid I was back then. Back when the Danish beat the shit out of German in soccer, when Cosmonova is open for the public and when El Salvador finally is in peace.
At 7th June 1992 I was born a boy that would later in life be the one that heard all of the crap everyone had inside them. I don’t know how I should tell this story at the best way for you to understand, but I will tell you anyway. I don’t remember how I was born, well I guess no one knows how they was born, but from what I have heard my mom stood between a chair and the hospital bed when I popped out in the open air. I guess that’s a nice way to start a life. But I must say I was rather sweet when I got out. While I am writing this story about myself I look at pictures when I was a newborn baby and I am at the edge of crying… looking at how my sister held me in her arms and me being in the centre of attention for once. They all held me, me who now is the tallest in the family and who suppose to be strong and big… I was as little as a doll or even smaller. It seems like I was the only thing they cared about and if the world circled around me… it is beautiful and now I am crying. But these people don’t know me anymore… I turned out to be someone they don’t understand.
I smile when I see father sitting in a chair with me lying over his legs sleeping, I can fall asleep anywhere. My father is holding me in his arms playing with me making me smile, with one of does big smiles when you just know it’s the time of your life. A little chubby, smiling kid I was back then. Back when the Danish beat the shit out of German in soccer, when Cosmonova is open for the public and when El Salvador finally is in peace.
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