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I`ve lost my animal soul on 13th of December. 10 in the morning. The blood. The hope. The hurry. His desperate glaze hitting my eyes. Ugly day with dark clouds and desperate cries of pain and desperation. With that ever-menacing feeling of helplessness above - a black bird of pray. The cry. The heart stop. Everybody trying to reason with my mind. The void. And then getting out under the same lead of a sky. The heavy weight of life replaced by the lightweight of death. Then digging the grave two days later with the hope of never ending the digging. In the spring there are many white flowers above the place. Our beloved little body under the earth. The mourn. The sorrow. Wanting to forget but, in the same time, hoping to remember anything... The whole when I try to sleep! The darkness.