waving like a hanged man in the hot wind this summer.
eyes closed and breath hub agony.
life implodes in me and I do not know what to do now.
Under the moon are still paler.
I stopped worrying tonight.
rags on me that I'm not ashamed.
death already I'm not afraid anymore.
And time is passing slower.
drops of sweat on my forehead.
Tears in the sticky heat.
fool ... what is the point of crying?
My rope is a jewel quite ridiculous.
Happiness is a grotesque grimace on my face.
me, I am helpless as a puppet.
I puppeteer merciless with myself.
This time I pulled the wire too.
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