-- 【 the story of every living dead stone. 】 --

-- 【 the story of every living dead stone. 】 --

At that stage when my colleagues and my cousins ​​try to strengthen the leg.
  I was at the door of death.
  With some 'paid' doctors and nurses.
  I did not even understand that they were standing to take me? Or are you leaving?
  Well,
I am among those lucky people who can look back and see.
  Obviously, today I am nothing.
It is also true, nobody is anything for me too.
My mother tells us to fear the people, this world, relatives.
  I say, I am not afraid of death, so what a fear of someone else!
  I am ready for sewage, my body is ready for dog food, I am ready.
  When I do not need four shoulders, what else can I fear?
  she becomes sad, but this is not my intention.
  After breakdown from all sides.
  after breakdown through every hand.
  The heart gradually turns into stone.
  This is the story of every living dead stone.

J❤️