I saw my life as a heap of loneliness, Inexhaustible loneliness that poverty completed. The sun was setting and the sound of ticking was coming, as if the clock was waiting for me. The floor was unique with its blue colored tiles and the diluted blood composition that flowed through my veins. I was only happy in my imagination.

In every life, the time of death is determined, and you are not allowed to choose (suicide). You see a girl who pays for this choice by experiencing pain and sorrow many times, they are born into lives that are supposed to end them. I was concerned about this message "The choice of death is not yours"

6000 *7000 PX 350 dpi