I trailed feet on soaked sand, I enlisais myself little by little with the bitter taste in the mouth of these so dark days, heads of prow of this nauseating life. Each day which spent time wounded, each day more time completed me, and I always hoped that a day for me time would stop. They was soft but wearying to die in each second. From now on the daily newspaper and my state make me smile, I think that I would like to be obsessed by only one thing, that that would help me to think more of nothing. But simplest is of me to go from there, I will make a turn, I want to be alone. I will walk still a little, to wait until sand freezes my feet, that it enlise with me to choke me.
I trailed feet on soaked sand, I enlisais myself little by little with the bitter taste in the mouth of these so dark days, heads of prow of this nauseating life. Each day which spent time wounded, each day more time completed me, and I always hoped that a day for me time would stop. They was soft but wearying to die in each second. From now on the daily newspaper and my state make me smile, I think that I would like to be obsessed by only one thing, that that would help me to think more of nothing. But simplest is of me to go from there, I will make a turn, I want to be alone. I will walk still a little, to wait until sand freezes my feet, that it enlise with me to choke me.
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