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A gift between two deaths

אמונה

life is what you make of it, and yet, it is made out of
nothing...
are you sure your here for a reason? or is it all an
illusion of something greater then you? someone powerfull
then you, that sitts there, in the darkness,loughing,
pointing at you, becau

The cafe'

כמיהה

Imagine yourself walking thru an empty parissian street,old
shaped wet stones beneath your shoes,on a chilly friday
night,as you gaze upon an old cafe's sign lightened by a
loney street-lamp.you stop.lower your head,while reaching
your hand to the door...

The start of the end

אוטוביוגרפיה

"im right behind you... wathcing your back, allways
listening, taking care of you... dont be afraid of me, im
your bodyguard.your light.your shadow. your angel. your
greatest nightmare."

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27

I should feel something, but for some reason, I can't feel a
thing.
For the first time in 28 years.

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Another bloody tear

Dedicated to the one who made me realize this written tear
is made of blood
Dedicated to the one who made my writtings possible,
and my good nature like his

In a heartbeat

Written in a moment of loneliness
In a moment that defines reality
When pain is much to bare
And life is what it is