The question is provoked by thousands of people suffering all days and nights because their organisms are too exhausted to keep fighting. Sometimes it is the fault of the whole environment, sometimes the collapse of thoughts.
What could happen if we believed that it was the end and ... nothing else?
What could happen if, looking at the mirror, we didn't see our faces but some dead masks?
What could happen if we lost our dreams, memories and wishes?
I can admit that it can be the short-time absence from sort of reality or from the fertile life. However, the state can change into the fatal illness? Moreover, into bloody hell incurable infection or even the kind of plague?
short song about dying:
One by one, everybody's coming down,
without a hope or a touch of some,
we're coming down...
but the kind of smile
the grin of
the memory
such a fatal theory
that the love will cure
for sure,
flying away into the nothing...
however, happy we are
at last, coming down :)
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