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Sometimes i want to be a spirit... bodiless and lonely... and to feel nothing...
To see everything... To hear everything... To be nobody... To mean nothing...
To see death around... But not depend on it any more ...
And time won't be imperiously... Only melancholy... deadly... But full of strength and aspirations to wear out... To exhaust... To achieve madness... Thirst of eternal oblivion...
But the melancholy recedes... Carrying away the belief in fulfilment of desires with itself...
And comes hatred... not of the silly life... not of fools around... but hatred of myself... For carelessness... Misunderstanding... Death...
Anybody won't worgive anymore... Nobody will tell "enough"...