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The scytheThe scythe is appearing
And starts to shiver as tears drop on the blade.
A melancholic melody is playing
While bloody ropes
Which connect me to this fucking life
The darkness of a soul finds its place
In a world darker than black,
That is resembled by midnight-black
Everything, is it special, precious or meaningful
Is consumed by the greatness if the Whole,
Everything that seemed once
To be only the beginning,
Is now erased by a deep wish
And the opinion of uselessness.
AerosolIt has been a day and a half since the crash, and I have found a cabin. In some ways, this is a relief. I don’t know if I could face another night on the mountain without shelter. Outside, a fire does no good: the heat simply travels upwards. However, this place also raises some difficult questions. I estimate that I’ve put eight miles between myself and the crash site. I don’t know if this will be enough. It Saving...
occurs to me that I don’t really know anything.
The survival manual recommends staying with the plane. It explains that this affords the best chance of rescue. It explains that the wreckage offers warmth and shade. It explains that seventy percent of pilots who stay are located within three days, while seventy percent of those who leave are
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