He did not wish to understand, if
He did not wish to understand, if so he?d have to adjust to it, and he really didn?t have the time; there was not such thing as adjusting to new days, or one to another, there would not be another. He would be a cold corpse by morning.
He refocused, as he started spitting water from his mouth, as if it was blood coming out of his lungs: aimlessly focusing on his environment: ??it so happens to be, I?m tired, even lazy at this moment,? bats were in the air, he saw them. He could hardly breath, ??this damn storm,? he cursed, adding, ??please Lord let my daughter be safe, if I don?t make it, please let her be safe, I don?t mind dying, she?s too young, take me instead.? It wasn?t a call of piety, or pity, just a request from the vaults of his mind, his cold waterlogged mind.
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