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that woman was screaming again n again! it was impossible not to listen her fragile voice, wich seemed femiliar to her, but months had passed, she couldnt recognize, how she knew her...
dark night was everywhere, even in her sharken eyes...
nothing was left, except to think about her past: yes! its was her dad, who left that big scar on her face! exactly!... it was her mom, who covered her sister's weak body, but was late to survive cold baby from brutal hand of man! doubtless!...
waiting for the sun was stratching for a long time, not hot tea and music helped her, not reading or calling unknown people... nothin!
she knew the only medicine, the thing which was the dearest to her, which was made by her and was only her obssession: dream...
they met by chance in little yard, winter-fall could be felt in every breath and leaves looked, like they they were frustraited from life, floating down calmly. first word was his, but not hello, or something like that... just set close to her and began telling his story, his childhood and youth...
that woke up the sense into her. she felt needed even for a minute to him, couse he wasnt going to stop talking. morning was quite cold and the sun was waving its rays to earth, but still scary day to girl. she couldnt understand why the bed was blue and another body in it. black hair, long fingers and wide chest, calm breath and non-stop heart-beating, warmth from him and smile on his face... felt like in paradise beside angel, but she knew, there wasnt her place...
girl got dressed and as generally street-therapy took her back to qruel life, to an empty flat and lonely room.
but it was her dream, she could do everything...
so she did:
she just killed herself!..
cancer murdered cells slowely...
hospital, sweet invironment, but still hospital...
boy, holding girls hand into his, tears falling down from his eyes and words, coming out from his lips...
sun came up, another day began, another similiar day...
alive again...
alone again...
ugly and heavy again...
what she loathed the mostly was exsistance of her dad and the word: again!!!

after several years, girl was found dead in her flat with smile on her face and still virgin...

and that woman was she at her dying time.

Description
that woman was screaming again n again! it was impossible not to listen her fragile voice, wich seemed femiliar to her, but months had passed, she couldnt recognize, how she knew her...
dark night was everywhere, even in her sharken eyes...
nothing was left, except to think about her past: yes! its was her dad, who left that big scar on her face! exactly!... it was her mom, who covered her sister's weak body, but was late to survive cold baby from brutal hand of man! doubtless!...
waiting for the sun was stratching for a long time, not hot tea and music helped her, not reading or calling unknown people... nothin!
she knew the only medicine, the thing which was the dearest to her, which was made by her and was only her obssession: dream...
they met by chance in little yard, winter-fall could be felt in every breath and leaves looked, like they they were frustraited from life, floating down calmly. first word was his, but not hello, or something like that... just set close to her and began telling his story, his childhood and youth...
that woke up the sense into her. she felt needed even for a minute to him, couse he wasnt going to stop talking. morning was quite cold and the sun was waving its rays to earth, but still scary day to girl. she couldnt understand why the bed was blue and another body in it. black hair, long fingers and wide chest, calm breath and non-stop heart-beating, warmth from him and smile on his face... felt like in paradise beside angel, but she knew, there wasnt her place...
girl got dressed and as generally street-therapy took her back to qruel life, to an empty flat and lonely room.
but it was her dream, she could do everything...
so she did:
she just killed herself!..
cancer murdered cells slowely...
hospital, sweet invironment, but still hospital...
boy, holding girls hand into his, tears falling down from his eyes and words, coming out from his lips...
sun came up, another day began, another similiar day...
alive again...
alone again...
ugly and heavy again...
what she loathed the mostly was exsistance of her dad and the word: again!!!

after several years, girl was found dead in her flat with smile on her face and still virgin...

and that woman was she at her dying time.