200

200 times I've sat down here to write.
200 times I've attempted to say something.
200 times I have worked and have ravaged.
200 days.
200 nights.
200 entries, here, in this place.
200 messages, questions and thoughts.
200 answers to what can't be answered.
200 feelings, no much more than that.
200 parts of me, tiny yet beautiful.
200 pieces and yet so much more.
200 self-indulgences.
200 births.
200 crimes.
200 times I've succeeded?
200 times that I've failed?