Talking to death
It's fiction, it's not real, a creation that occurred to me when i was sitting alone in front of the garden.
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It's midnight, and i had drunk too much, I came home tired, my feet were heavy and my vision was failing a bit, but somehow I felt fine, without any worries about anything or anyone...
I went in and took a seat in the living room, I was planning to sleep there, I didn't want to go up the stairs.
I lay down and after a few minutes I felt nauseous, so i got up and rushed to the bathroom, it was like twenty meters away.
I washed my face and rinsed my mouth, I felt like...
......
It's midnight, and i had drunk too much, I came home tired, my feet were heavy and my vision was failing a bit, but somehow I felt fine, without any worries about anything or anyone...
I went in and took a seat in the living room, I was planning to sleep there, I didn't want to go up the stairs.
I lay down and after a few minutes I felt nauseous, so i got up and rushed to the bathroom, it was like twenty meters away.
I washed my face and rinsed my mouth, I felt like...