Review: The trail of fire / Fire Storm
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I MMER B LUT. seats without a light in my room and write this entry in the hope of deflected / broken enough to be around today again rauszuholen all that remained razor blades.
The wonderful thing, I think now do not remember it better, different can be. Not even in daydreams I can convince me that still correct. It was always this boom comet falls from the sky, suddenly it's back up the main reason why I have tried my veins on her arms not with a sharp pencil tear open (because I want to see from the inside, and because I am not quite normal and easy). God. Sky. After I scratched myself - actually I have it recorded under pseudo-scoring, as none of the razor cut properly, and that today, compared to earlier times laughable Kratzerchen are - I used the scissors and cut off my hair. Now, less than shoulder length. I had a choice between cutting the hair, eye gouge, shear ram closed in the chest or lip bite through. At least I'm normal enough, in a case like that option to choose which does not kill me / statinäre treatment has resulted. It really is something. Hmm.
reason? Well, no idea. I'm just a broken man who stupidly has total mental damage and so much wish that someone else, someone perfect to be someone with a value that does and it hurts constantly cold and is still broken . I wonder why I am so. Honest.
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