Písmák Otec
Během dne rušná ulice. Kolem čtvrté ráno. Přetéká prázdnotou. Bezhlučné melodie ticha mi prorážejí hlavu.
18. 09. 2012
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I didn't think I was wrong, the only thing I know is I've done something bad and insanely destructive. Why wasn't I crying, screaming in agony or just feeling sad or blue. Have I lost a piece of mind or just lost all my feelings. I don't know now, all I remember was the shadow of the knife drained in blood.
20. 07. 2012
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