Fate is most severe when you stay, when you endlessly touch with your hand ... And grabbed you fall into another reality, abyss into abyss beyond thought. Death is most vile when you do not run away, when you greet with a prayerful passion, when out of love you feel hatred who has thrown life carelessly back. You stay behind. Why don't you die, you ask? And there is no power over you. What is fate here, what is dying? They intertwine in their iron shackles ... You raise your hand above the set boundaries, you leave pieces of glass below. With a heavy right hand and dragging stones on your back ... sin burdens you too.
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Malee, it's very cool! Do you know when I haven't read anything on this site to please me? Est has something to fix, but I really like the idea. In fact, two or two years ago I wrote something similar on the same topic. It was called the "Dead Zone of Sorrow." Everything said is very true, well done!