I'm thinking about Hemmingway's death. He killed himself after saying that the drugs he was given for his depression took his memories away. He was a great writer because he wrote from experience. Tragic way of going it seems. Tragic in a beautiful way.
Good-night Mr. Hemmingway, I'm sorry to say you blew your brains out. And what a beautiful one you had indeed. Your mind was your only downfall and curse. It seems to me that we have something in common.
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