The second time I saw the two male protagonists fighting in the last bar, I thought that this was too much accumulation, so this is all I have left for one sentence.
He was mad to want to go back to the days when he didn't know anything but thought he was the king of the universe.
So all the foreshadowing is for the final shot of the truth: if everything went back to that day, would you like to keep only your memory and start over in a new, young body.
The hero stands before the truth.
The truth is that at the age of eighteen, he looked down at him with a wrinkled, haggard face, would you like it, he asked.
That young body, with smooth skin and no wrinkles on his face, was as fresh as a newborn.
He ruined that young body
because he was mad and insane
he was.
He hid the wristbands and gauze that cut his wrists from the mental hospital until the moment his relatives and friends found them.
You need help
I help! Do you know what help is? It's just a group of people in a circle saying that life sucks.
Man, how does a guy get drunk if he's never sober?
But I don't want to wake up!
Changed the evaluation again, just because I found that I can't choose to decline in that multiple-choice question.
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