Semi party depression. I live in death, but as the living dead. Everything happens no intention of accepting it ... For days like that dirty need a plaque and a hoe to dig my own grave ... I do not need kisses goodbye, or a special song, or epitaph if you like, or derrepente something as simple as my name. And you of anyone if there is something after death ... what I want is to sleep for a long time.
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