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They both died in the end but they did it together. Also the end definitely came much later than they thought it would come
The one destroyed by addiction finally did not survive, but love is not able to save everything. Sometimes it just lets you die in a wonderful way. And the other beautiful one, surrounded by flowers on all sides, he always said he would die when the time was right. And he did, he committed suicide, but no one really knows how. No one wanted to know how, there are rumors that he overdosed or drowned, but his friends don't want to think about it
Sometimes death is the lightest and prettiest expression of love, and he always smelled and looked like love. He died for and through love, no matter how
Their friends knew from the beginning that this story would end tragically, but they knew that for the two of them, the way they left was the best. They left together
And now, whenever someone asks them about Karl Jacobs and Nicholas Armstrong, their answer is always the same
It was just a short story about tea, nicotine, flowers and love
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AcakKarl miał ładne usta, wiecznie zaczerwienione kolana, kwiatki wplątane w brązowe kosmyki, łamliwe kości którymi trzymał kilogramy żalu i smętne, zamglone oczy, którymi patrzył na małą żabę, siedzącą bez ruchu na środku chodnika. Nicholas Armstrong...
