Wrath and rage, whitch eat away your entrails. Their conteins is poison you. You think about dead!!! It don‘t do NO, NO!!
You have to be alive!! Iddeas, rembrance, tears and falling of annety. Disappoint is carry on, on every you step. You are fall a steep full o grief.
Why, why, didn‘t you do more? Question, whitch is rotate in your head like a season Infirmity deprive of it is stranger then all elements of world. Your intuition tell you: it isn‘t your blame.
Its only a bad dream? NO, NO It‘s fact but WHY? WHY you were think that live is only slight and easy game. But this game is difficult, difficult and finish by dead.