SPIRITUS
The gods have forgotten me, Black. Look at me. Years of Helen fell in love with a dead man. Her soul has been gone long, her body is buried... Before I could hear his voice, he passed away.
Oh, my dear friend! I wouldn't believe it. It turns out the truth is what your eyes tell you. God said, god paints people in the eyes. That's why these fluctuations, the crying, the colors...
They hit their eyes with their lives. One's eyes are ripe, and his soul is not the only one. A baby, for example, said, "look at your eyes, little one." There's a picture of happiness, you can't see anything else. I'm gonna look at your unwritten eyes, your grief.
Oh, baby! I wish it was over, like that burning flame of my cigarette. He'd say if there were a few drinks, his grief...
I feel like I'm in a well, Black. In a well where I shut myself down, I don't want to go out. There's darkness, there's silence, there's loneliness, there's sorrow, there's pain, fate has games... I'm the toy, but I don't have it. They forgot to make it my destiny. He died years ago, left, left...
Maybe I should obey fate. The fate that brought him upon me will surely give him a chance to meet again.
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I fell in love with a little woman's mind, with words dripping into paper, not her.
DaoistyGMIqW · Fantasy
