Him
One day I woke up and realized that I do not love. That fleeting vision, that deceptive fog, that smoke of blunt love, which covered my eyes parted ... And that was so excruciatingly pain! it didn't give me breath, squeezed my throat, I wanted to cry ... tears fired my cheeks and I felt that I was about to die ... in the eyes were dark, something tightly sealed my mouth. Teeth chattered against each other, and blood flowed from my nose. I became free ... but if I need this freedom at such a price, I'll better die…
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