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Will You Drown For Me?
Entirely dramatized & twisted true story
17:49 Juli 1935, Neu Eroberte Insel..
‘Champagner der Natur’, Ich bin übermäßig betrunken.
That day, oh the day my breath was taken away.
The ocean was a bitter champagne, roaring and spraying.. destroying the landmass so as my mental mess.
I had a sip by the breeze, sufficient to get drunk instantly and fall asleep in dizzines on the cliff.
The sharp rocks didn’t seem to bother me much as I was escaping reality, focusing on life or death solutions rather than temporary cozinnes.
The rays of sunshine were penetrating the clouds, the tall weed and my sandy eyelids. It seemed like God was attempting to convey a message, I winked back out of curiosity. Maybe good frotune will strike once more and save me against all odds.
Bettering my strategic stance, I crawled in the weed.. covering myself with a dark cloth, first row looking down some 20 meters cliff, breathing deeply and suffocating at once, upon realizing this is not a dream.
Should I fall into the uknown and skip straight to next life or should I energize my hopes and freeze the moment. There is always a way.
