diazempam my son says. Insists. She looks at me wrong when I come back to the pharmacy with a bag that reassures me. Deprecates sternly. Discomfort. Know how I love that effect of chemical anti arrhythmia. I have endured with the Swiss high lifts, I moderate claustrophobia. But I can not hold the arrhythmia. It 's like every time I thought of dying. Maybe I die and indeed between a start and the other of the heart is reborn. Old heart, several follies in hypnotic sequence (like the lake) spells crumbly possible revolutions. (The change of life) can happen, nell'inarrestabile flow. Diazepam too much anyway.
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