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Woke up at 4am as it was 9am. Some people use to call her Anxiety. He was afraid about her 'cause she would probably call it Anagram. Never thought about Angioma. Unable to get closer, to face the problem, he tried several times to be rid of it, but the only thing he could do was writing an Axiom. Obviously, it didn't help him 'cause he left it ridden. Went downstairs as thirsty as when he visited the Vosges mountains, trying to find Saar river. Never thought about the desert inside him. The only thing he could trust: he was thirsty. Why can't I feel my left arm? He should know it was because of the exercises at the gym. The living was as dark as quiet and he just stood there, looking around, drinking a glass of water, thinking about his life, asking himself if it was worth living for. Half past four. His glasses went down, the wet floor supported his weight for a few hours as the bottle found the sea, but he wasn't asking for help. Almost 9am, and the fourth time his heart stopped was for good.