Matsuo Monroe. Teach me to die (№ 7494)

The more we talk about ourselves, the harder it is to be yourself. The real "I" dissolves into the words, melt like mist over the river Chikugo in the dawn hours.
I don't want to turn himself into the shadow of the phantom, which is created using words. So, suffice to say, I am me. I walk, eat, sleep, think, and feel. I live just like millions of other people. In any case, the fundamental differences were noticed.