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Walk past the last house on the street and towards the hill. Get up and admire the view. That's there I went this morning. That's where you always wanted to go. That's where I took you. Your blood was covering my arms, yet I wouldn't seem to notice. Tears were rolling down my cheeks, my chin and fall on the ground, I'd only wipe the biggest away and go on. You were rather heavier than me, but didn't feel anything like that. When we got to the top, I could barely see anything, tears were covering my eyes. But I could see the sun, I could feel the freedom. I put you on the ground and squeezing a smile out of myself, whispered choking on my te

Knife moves like a cello bow. I close my eyes and breathe out. It goes down slowly, approaching, touching the skin. Cold iron stings like fire. I get a stronger grip and raise the knife a bit. Cold bathtub, cold blade. Cold wrists. My lips are moving, I'm murmuring. I don't even know what exactly. Probably just shivering. I breathe in and lay it on my skin again. Maybe it's not too late to stop? Maybe I can still change everything? What if everything will be better? What a stupid fucking question. Cold bathtub. Cold blade, cold wrist. My lips are still moving, sounds come together and make words. I'm shaking and almost soundlessly saying: "Pl

Hello, Danny, I'm writing to you again. I miss you so much. I haven't seen you for so long Where I am, it is really weird. There is fog in the air...but it is not fog. It's just something really misty. I can breathe normally though, it is not harmful, I think. People here are weird too. There are always some in here, but they don't notice me...I try to talk to them, but they don't see me. I feel very scared sometimes. I wish you came here and took me home. This place is odd. It's like we are in room, but not in room, walls here are so soft, but I never tried to go outside. I feel scared to go anywhere. How long has it been since I left home?

Once upon a time there was a man on the hill He loved staring in the horizon, between faraway northern sea and the sky. The sea was dark blue And the sky was lead grey He still loved staring there No matter what the weather was like, he still would climb on the hill to look at the sea And the sky But once The terrible winter made him ill And the man couldn't come out to look at the horizon anymore He lied at home thinking about the sea and the sky for days In a few weeks he recovered He'd been waiting for that moment for so long He came out and climbed on his favorite hill He stared at the sea and the sky And noticed He didn't feel anything f

It was nearly 3 in the morning, and I was still awake. Waiting for something. For something awesome. I haven't seen a real sunrise for ages. I was sitting by the window and looking somewhere far, behind the high, glass-dressed buildings, behind the industrial pipes, that were always blowing the grey mist in the sky. I was staring not just somewhere. I wa sstaring at the East waiting for it to begin the morning parade. Nothing happened. I looked at the quietly ticking clock. It was 3:30 already. And no sign of precious sun. Then I opened the window. The cool wind immediately touched my face and shoulders. It was so sweet, especially after hot