Life is like a bottle falling in slow motion, crashing to the ground and breaking into a thousand pieces. And with its edge it cuts all those around it. The life of the suicidal person is not. It's a bottle that can burst at any moment. No one expects it and that's why it hurts more than a piece of glass embedding itself in the veins. I committed suicide several times with my umbilical cord. I grabbed it with my little hands, and wrapped it around my neck. I would squeeze it tightly until I felt everything turn black and then I would let go. I would wait a few seconds and do it again. It felt good to be in control.
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General Fiction"Debbie Harry and Kurt Cobain; Luca Prodan; a city that burns; a freckled girl who leaves; a war on a mysterious island and a cursed writer are the flashes that run through the mind of a teenager who suffered a motorcycle accident."
