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My God, why I so would like to die?
I any more do not see pleasure in a life... Take away me, Отче, I ask. Though...
I yet have not passed the way so early to think of disposal... But forces to go is not present further.
It has thrown me. Has thrown in the street, among a cold and a snow, having scattered water to face. I cannot so. Why, for чо it so with me? Or it is the Divine penalty?..
All sufferings occur from our soul. Heart - only gives an occasion. But what... That then you disentangle it long...
What for you so with me? In fact you wanted, that I shared with you the problems. And to tell, what it has bothered you was impossible?
For what you tear my heart to scraps?
You think, what if I do not speak you, on what victims I for the sake of you go, they and are not present? But it is a lie! Do not kill me, I ask you! I have already told, what my life entirely from you depends, so what for you play her? Not for that I have destroyed myself, that you have finished me. I have destroyed myself that beside with me it was convenient you. I was not present, in this world I was not present. There is only your shadow. Named Jane. Do not tramble down me, to me it is sick.
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My God, why I so would like to die?
I any more do not see pleasure in a life... Take away me, Отче, I ask. Though...
I yet have not passed the way so early to think of disposal... But forces to go is not present further.
It has thrown me. Has thrown in the street, among a cold and a snow, having scattered water to face. I cannot so. Why, for чо it so with me? Or it is the Divine penalty?..
All sufferings occur from our soul. Heart - only gives an occasion. But what... That then you disentangle it long...
What for you so with me? In fact you wanted, that I shared with you the problems. And to tell, what it has bothered you was impossible?
For what you tear my heart to scraps?
You think, what if I do not speak you, on what victims I for the sake of you go, they and are not present? But it is a lie! Do not kill me, I ask you! I have already told, what my life entirely from you depends, so what for you play her? Not for that I have destroyed myself, that you have finished me. I have destroyed myself that beside with me it was convenient you. I was not present, in this world I was not present. There is only your shadow. Named Jane. Do not tramble down me, to me it is sick.
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