Between the life and the death there a very short way, along which I walk alone and the truth, feels good, one feels good, I enjoy it, nose where I am, if I am alone, but one feels well, very well, the only thing that I want is to cut myself, to extract out everything this pain his that hare destroys within, then, as charm, between the life and the death there a very short way and I finish of crossing it.
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