Heading for woods.
again
Couple more times.
chop
Still thinking for a solution.
chop
Nothing seems clear,
chop
except the head of my hatchet.
chop
"Please make me forget."
chop
With whole my body I carry a big pile of wood.
If the burden within would be as light as all the wood.
On my edge, I still carry everything.
I never want to make the last choice.
life, will carry on
Somehow I can hear someone screaming.
"TIMBER!
I hope this could end my burden.
the light is very dark, but it is still there
opening my eyes, I get the urge to continue
I am not the weak one.
I will protect..
Selite:
oletus
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