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I talk to myself, alone - to find the answers of every question in me. But all I found was more doubts, more bad toughts. So I think I should stop talking, stop thinking, and let the wind carry me in a full passive way.
(Let the wind carry you to the place you always wanted to go, where the stars explode in dreams, with the sky above and the field below.)
But I have fears!
Like when I arrive home, and I was locked outside. But now the things have changed. We all change! And I feel locked, but locked inside. The cold, whatever, is the same. And I’m still starving. And I’m still needed. And then I talk to myself alone, again. Caged to destiny, in this infinite looping of passion, fears and mistakes over mistakes that we use to call “life” - which is a fight that I’m constantly losing. But I'm tired, I'm tired of losing.
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