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« on: December 04, 2018, 01:38:57 PM »

Another evening in this lonely room. The mix of wine and disappointment fills the air as I crawl out of the bed covered in sweat. I did it again. I messed up settings on a radiator. No one knows how long this beast was boiling in a corner. Usually cold, like a prison guard piece of metal still burns. Like at the time when I got splashed with hot oil. I'm getting through soaked sheets as fast as I can, yet still clumsy like a newborn baby just to open the window. Just to get even the smallest breath of air. To fill my lungs with something else than the smell of me, like I just finished a marathon instead of sleeping for 10 hours. Never in my life, I felt so tired, dirty and uncomfortable, and it's all fault of one plastic knob and my drunk mind. Note to me. Never touch radiator after vodka.
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