Treasure Island

Igor Wolfson

(26.12.1989)

Therapy


Come here, rain.
Erase me. Try.
What death is for, if we can't die...?

Come here, human being.
Don't be shy.
I'll show you how I'm going mad... and why...

Submitted: Friday, May 09, 2014
Edited: Friday, May 09, 2014

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