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The day of my death

I am tired, cold and wet; I’ve been walking around the city of Wroclaw for the whole day, looking at faces, observing lost colours among deep grey mood of autumn; just getting cold and shaking my profound melancholy. I take a sit on a torn chair in the middle of practically useless kitchen. I stretch my arm and I turn the teapot on. While I’m waiting for the water to boil, I listen to the radio ‘Jubilee Street’ by Nick Cave; one of my favourite songs over the last years. I start singing almost silently, whispering… -Look at me now… Today is the 2nd of November, the day of my death, the day when I’m happily dying. Today proved that my existence was real. The first thing to die inside me has b

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