It's like returning to the house you moved out. Sitting in the dark, feeling the cold, being alone. Drinking the rain, seeing the ghosts, thinking about you. Letting myself drown back into that endless void. A void that stills feels like home.
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Документальная прозаJe vous dévoile quelques uns de mes textes écrits musique dans les oreilles au plein milieu de la nuit sur un coup de tête. Ils sont courts (600 mots environ) et décrivent par le biais du regard des victimes des accidents et des facettes de la vie r...
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It's like returning to the house you moved out. Sitting in the dark, feeling the cold, being alone. Drinking the rain, seeing the ghosts, thinking about you. Letting myself drown back into that endless void. A void that stills feels like home.