I expiated hell for a few minutes of passion, there's a stone above my head that suffocates my impulse and a weapon on my neck that arms my madness. Make a destruction of me, make annihilation of me. There's a sense of end in our tired eyes and the smell of alcohol in your mouth. I will not kill myself because I have no pictures in which I smile...

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