Co L 20. Diabarha Dying in the Ashtray
Fear When it s beautiful and depressing at the same time. Thought it isn t possible, but it already is. Life is a cigarette. Once lit by your parents, and given to you when the light is stable and precious. Since then you decide either to smoke, or put the fire down before it s gone by itself. Or just to watch how it slowly burns in your hand, and counting down the minutes when you can t smoke it anymore. Reality is an ashtray. It s unavoidable we all will decease, our ashes gonna be buried down in the ground. Dirty and awful place, where we all belong in the end. It s my choice, it s your choice, it s their choice what to do with the cigarette; we know the place after, then these remains will eventually create a new life, and they won t even know thanks to whom they exist. Dump the ashes, we re doomed and forgotten. Can t go back. Can t predict where are we going. We are the ashes remains of someone. Possibly our
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