I know this first sentence: there is today nothing. The muses are gone; determined at some other guys, these prostitutes. But a few words I create. The dictates of sporting ambition.
Maybe my way of life at fault in the empty head. The whole day long I'm bloody FPS. A gruesome carnage. There are also many brain cells had died.
's good. Maybe now a few memories of the hospital was a victim. Then it bothers me not, this entry also died because of it.
Or rather, he died just at the moment. Do not you see how he is getting paler? Gasping as he stares into space? And now, right now, he lets out his last breath.
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