Looking through the lock, I noticed how that razor blade fell to the floor, without sinking into his wrist, returning, without a drop escaping, from the entire blood flow, to the anguish of his heart. I did not want to intervene to stop her, since I had also tried to commit suicide many times, fed up like her with having stubbornly placed our reasons in the antithesis of their respective prejudices. Even so, both she and I find it necessary to continue looking for each other, among other things, to love each other madly.
doctorpoet