Can not sleep, can not get out. I did what had to be done, the rest is waiting.
Not lose the nerves, anger is a feeling of life, seductively intoxicating, and if you are anxious about your soul, because you think oh shit you feel nothing more because you like to be scared, you feel unfortunately nothing more. then anger is seductive and intoxicating a tool of death is … yes, another state nothing else. Right now I’m only flesh and thoughts, my soul, everything I saw, loved, hated, everything scared me and enjoyed like any further port on the horizon. All very far away. And now that I’m alone and lying on the floor, I realize how lonely I am. Does not bother me because I do not feel anything … I think slowly it has always been so. There, where I was born, greets the sun and caresses your soul burns your skin and makes you harder. Only I can not go out to watch it …
I will rise like the phoenix from the ashes and be my feather light flash
Than ever before. with the eagle on the fist and the wind in my hair.
I’ve done it before, I had a hard life and yet I am here …
dutasteride erased my soul… What does not kill me makes me harder,
so i am still breathing motherfuckers…and I wont to see here someone giving up, clear?
find a cure, and do so with confidence.