today, it is not a good day
i am sober out of willpower
something melancholic is massaging my shoulders 00000
and i want to die exactly as much as i want to live.... i. e. not at all
so, what is that supposed to even mean?
the only thing i relish in is the rain pouring over my city and the victories of the YPG and the YPJ
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