This is a film I can't pretend I understand.
It's not a sharp prick or gouge, nor is it blown away by a blow in the head.
It doesn't mean to wake you up.
Like a huge air balloon, it is a gust of wind, a gust of airflow, a gust of oxygen, hydrogen, carbon dioxide, and a mixture of other gases.
People can't feel the same, but if what makes you "feel" is something like breathing, there is no way you can't "feel", but the weight of this feeling is very subtle.
After all, no one has ever breathed seriously (focusing on it seriously), right?
I don't have it anyway.
Anyway, who can't be hit by the aloneness and depression common to all human beings.
"I knew that if anyone was fated to fuck up a suicide attempt, it was me."
Wow.
ten rings.
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