Being there, simply. My hands on his. Listen to his groans overwhelmed with tears. Take a bit of desperation, to raise it to two. Be there, simply, without a word. Understand her turmoil, the ravages of his sentence. Enter his sense of abandonment, anger listen, hear his hatred. Feel his desire to die, to disappear from the world, no longer bear the suffering. Cling to his lips decipher the words interlaced with tears. Being there, in the moment, his hands deep in the mine. Hang on his breath rough, fear the latter. Bring to silence two of its ills. Finally, watch the tears away as the murmur of the waves away when you leave the sand. Observe its eyes closed, the sleep that settles. Bringing his hand on his other hand, for it is not alone. And he leaves the room dozing, saluting the passing shadow of Thanatos, son of darkness and night ...
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