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It is strange to think how much some situations in our lives lead us to an infinite loop of similar tasks, metaphorically speaking.

A couple of months ago, I was entering through the doors of the same hospital I am now in, supporting the weight of a man whose full name I barely knew. Despite the apparent fear, I prayed that he would not die in my arms, but only because I did not think he would be able to sustain the weight of another death on my shoulders.

But I have to admit that nothing from that strange night represents half the despair I feel right now.

Perhaps at that time the life of a stranger was of little valuable to my inflated ego. And I shouldn't be surprised that anyone else could call me frivolous "on sexual or sentimental matters. Today the coldness that was in me had dissipated as fast as a dew in the morning, but again, perhaps the reason is because my link of companionship to Penelope supplants any possibility of cowardice.

The fact is that even though I am already v