Death, why?
I know that's the best for him. I know he's lucky, but it's hurts. I'm selfish? May. But even then, I don't want him leave either too. He's still alive, but he can't feel it anymore. It's still here, but not completely. Why am I so unfortunate that I can’t say goodbye to anyone properly? Why does it hurt so much? Why am I so selfish?! I hate eternal life, now yet I suffer. Hope is faint, worth nothing anymore. Tudom, hogy neki így a legjobb. Tudom, hogy szerencsés, még is fáj. Önző vagyok? Lehet. De akkor sem akarom, hogy ő is elmenjen. Még él, de már nem érez. Még itt van, de már nem teljesen. Miért vagyok, olyan szerencsétlen, hogy senkitől nem tudok rendesen elbúcsúzni? Miért fáj ennyire? Miért vagyok ennyire önző?! Gyűlölöm az örök életet, most még is szenvedek. Halvány a remény, már mit sem ér.
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