...how to is be like a rose? A lonely rose which someone put at the beach among of waves. Only one life and thousands waves. The sound of storm. And emptiness.
It seems to this is the right time to be scared, maybe terrified. But you are peaceful, because death should be peaceful. This time no one will save you, this time no one will let you catch the rope. No more lies.
This is the time to say goodbye.
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everything what can be shitty is just shitty.
