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the ravings of a madman
Category: Life
Every time I kill myself, I promise to be even quieter, gray and cold like the autumn-winter blues. And now, when my body has gone numb, my eyes have become like two dirty melting ice floes in early spring, I hear "smile more often", "a smile suits you", "your eyes are completely dull...", I start to repeat again that I have lost... I have plunged into this pool again, sincerely believing that at ... » Continue Reading