Hexagonoidal

i want to know if she´s worth for me to live on this world i want to know i want to go and say goodbye i want to die don´t want to live don´t want to live don´t want to live don´t want to live i want to go i want to die i want to go i want to die die die save me (c) Suicide Commando Hell, even the best can not be said...

When the air around you is heated, its temperature increases, inevitably puts pressure on you with its weight, causing the body to tremble in convulsions and run under a stream of moist coolness that just burns the skin even more, when your thoughts are confused, huddling together, crawling in your mind, and, eventually, put pressure on your head, threatening to break through the skull from the inside, then and there he is. Delirium. What? What will you do against such a formidable tricks your, and may benot your brain, pitiful humanity one? Maybe you'll cry. Maybe even think that was crazy. And some individuals will enjoy this eternal sti