I got a fucking blow last night. The worst thing. I'm forced to mourn a person still alive, and I do not support it. When I think of my tears come, I want to hurt me, to disappear, since anyway I'm nobody. Disappear. 4 ... 3 ... 2 ... 1 ... Implosion imminent.
And I cannot look inside HIM anymore.
Mood: senseless.
RB: The End - The Doors.
Pic: Maciek Pogoza, again.
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