I am drowning inside myself. My mind is a furnace I can't shut off. No, no, no… please, just bring me back to warmth. I want my mother. I want someone who stays
What he paid
To commit suicide is not a headache that has earned his head, but the idea that introduced the headache to his head and did not realize to the moment what it was.
And for a moment I felt like I wanted to tell you everything that had happened to me, everything that throbbed under my skin, all the sleepless nights. I wanted to tell you about the nightmares that I had over and over again in my restless sleep.
So the sighs of the executioner are lightened by the loneliness. There are only a few minutes left before a large crowd of spectators gather on the day of my execution and swarm me with cries of hatred and loathing