years pass and your constant gaze turns back. You think that everything goes too fast. I think you're wasting time on nonsense. I like to do something important, something worth while to have lived and suffered. You get the feeling that you were wrong constantly taking different decisions. More you look around you, in others' faults and virtues. You want to mourn over. You have more fears. I dread the future. Uncertainty excites you while you baffled. Curse certain facts. You hate many people. Want to many many others. Love and dream at a time ... ... but at the end of the day you're so exhausted you sleep you think will happen at dawn. Perhaps this is the last night of your life.
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