cold in the nose. Gentle on the stomach.
The helmet I feel like a refrigerator. And outside
to 22:30 there is a cold snow.
But this time is not the fault of memory or attention.
After all these details, if framed in a broader sense, they become stupid.
you imagine a fatal suicide before the act is concerned you brush your teeth? Obviously not, because the cleaning of the teeth and suicide have spheres of influence of different scales. Well tonight numb limbs could protest what they wanted, they would not get attention. A little thought
step, apparently (and not) harmless, led me to ruin.
Everything else is dust, garbage not worthy of finding.
I never expected to reach such a state of mind.
But here I am.
good thing is that now I understand something new.
I understand why a soldier of Rome preferred to stab herself with a sword rather than return home defeated.
I understand why many multiple murder and murder is just after their victims.
I understand why I'm puzzling to find a good way to release physical as soon my soul to heaven and give the right lot to my body.
for the honor.
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