The picture above I do not own.
A very small K surrounded by a shield was a singular tattoo he has it in his left arm, that K which sometimes is forgotten by him.
His infantile drawings told about a depressive tendency inherited by the paternal side. His greater tragedy was to wake up two days after he listened to the paramedic voices which very slowly became deformed.
His first loving deception faced it with a transversal cut in the veins of the left wrist
His second was with transversal and diagonal cuts in the right wrist.
His 18th birthday he realized that more than two bottles of expired tablets are missing.
His psychiatric treatment temporarily blocked him to think about continuing trying it.
His passion for the music helped him to focus his energy in a few notes.
His third and fourth attempt did not surprise to anyone, there were no roses in his room.
His note did not blame anybody
His pistol was borrowed
His 27 were not his end.
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