She wanted to go away from all that pain,from sorrows....she was practicaly alone in this world,the world,full of pain,disappointments,feelings,which was called by might-have-been expectations, hopes and dreams...That work was so hard for her,that she could hardly understand,what was going on...She only wanted to know why?...why she?...Can it be the God who thought for her?...She didn't even know...She was sitting in her favourite chair,smoking one after another...She got accustomed to that....The thoughts were running in her mind,left cuts on her without that cutted heart...When the last packet of cigarettes came to an end, she made a swing of the best wine she ever tasted, left her place, went out, escaped and dissapeared in the Darkness of the Night...
Nostalgie...
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