Stopped. over. No developing, no direction. To truly live, you need to die. and I felt pitty. Instead

To truly live, you need to die. Erika Azojan esmaspäeval, 18. aprillil 2011., kell 21:38:55 Mõttevälgatus ei millestki. I've stopped. It's over. No developing, no direction. Just silence and stillness. I watched the sun disappear and I felt pitty. Instead of the light, darkness came around. I tried to caress the dark force but it pulled away from my touch. It just came to finish it's obligation. Sudden death had found me and was dragging me across my miserable life. The pain was unbelieveably smoothing. I did suffer but it was a different kind of suffer. It was enjoyable- can you believe me? Enjoyable pain that kills me... The easiest way to describe it would be to compare it to our mighty nature. Thunder stroke in my throat, pulling it smaller, squeezing it around my last air supply. My veins started pulsing- every pulse was stronger, like their were about to burst free. My body was untameable, just like a young predator, reaching for the kill, but instead of the victim, there was only me. Suddenly, I felt nothing and collapsed on the ground. My mind was spinnning, my body seemed to be as light as a feather and my mucles were relaxed. I died but I was still concious. I understood that I was dead and still I had nothing better to do, then to look at the sun, which peeked around the darkness, trying to encourge me to do something with it's shimmering goldbeams. Although, I was dead, I learned to live – it was the happiest feeling I had ever felt, EVER! Stopped. over. No developing, no direction. To truly live, you need to die. and I felt pitty. Instead Kodulehe tegemine paket kraft prossid ja ehted pross

To truly live, you need to die.

I've stopped. It's over. No developing, no direction. Just silence and stillness. I watched the sun disappear and I felt pitty. Instead of the light, darkness came around. I tried to caress the dark force but it pulled away from my touch. It just came to finish it's obligation. Sudden death had found me and was dragging me across my miserable life. The pain was unbelieveably smoothing. I did suffer but it was a different kind of suffer. It was enjoyable- can you believe me? Enjoyable pain that kills me... The easiest way to describe it would be to compare it to our mighty nature. Thunder stroke in my throat, pulling it smaller, squeezing it around my last air supply. My veins started pulsing- every pulse was stronger, like their were about to burst free. My body was untameable, just like a young predator, reaching for the kill, but instead of the victim, there was only me. Suddenly, I felt nothing and collapsed on the ground. My mind was spinnning, my body seemed to be as light as a feather and my mucles were relaxed. I died but I was still concious. I understood that I was dead and still I had nothing better to do, then to look at the sun, which peeked around the darkness, trying to encourge me to do something with it's shimmering goldbeams. Although, I was dead, I learned to live – it was the happiest feeling I had ever felt, EVER!

Stopped. over. No developing, no direction. To truly live, you need to die. and I felt pitty. Instead

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