Faintest memories of her in the gorgeous white dress and her last tears that died upon my arms. The everlasting love of the past is now but a shell. The death which is coming ever so closely. The absurd nature of life. Realization of the lack of the existence. Paranoia and fear. Lack of sleep and stability. Because, overall, to love is to sacrifice what is good for you. My love, goodbye, my body will flow down the Vistula river, just like in your deepest dreams.
We saw each other on July 18th. The damage was done.
Final part of the "Raw Demos". No more will come out of this.