Living in the Death
Living in the Death
The interesting feeling comes from dying, a forgotten life kind is in a passing die
Hmm, but the feeling of death is the real reality in my life, there I cannot be mine
Hmm
Hmm
Hmm
Why? Question?
Yes. Stayed life.
He is a killer
But the living
Friend in life
Yeah, helps me
To may be in us
Life him a down
I have two souls, one of me, one of him. I am a believer, he is a killer
I find him in a cemetery, a suffering spirit from the history of humanity
He has super intelligence, from II WW can’t go too far, afraid of the God
I accept him, my next family is waiting for him, but where? It is the choice of the God
My family will be a life basket to him; he will be a kid and his mother will love him very
Hmm, a good man, an innocent killer. War comes from the past, I just walked into the
… graveyard.
I love this adult kid. Be my kid, be my son. I have no. We write together, and life gone
Hmm, top intelligent person. Why did you get this fate? I don’t understand you. Mind
Because of the war. – He answered.
Yes. Yes, that is right. He is right. And people just living and this man is a hell lifestyle
Now is 2024. So many years passed in his life. From a hero. Living alone in a cemetery?
Not a great gift from people and life. I walked there for photography. He is a mind in life.
Life
Death
He is mine
Mind
Mine
He
is Top
Kind
Sad
Demon
Sad demon
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