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I loved you. Love is still (maybe that just pain) drills my brains. Everything shattered to hell. I tried to shoot myself, but it's hard with weapon. And further: whiskey: in which will hit? Shivering did not spoil, but thoughtfulness. Damn! It's inhuman! I loved you so much, hopelessly, how God forbid you to others - but will not give! He, being a great deal, will not do it - according to Parmenides - twice this heat in the blood, broad-bone crunch, so that the fillings in the mouth melt with thirst touch
