I do not sleep
At least not as I should and how could I before. My life is fossilized, I would do a hundred times more than a thousand times better than what I do, why can not I? Why
friends escape me from his hand without a valid reason? I think that everything is interwoven with the place where I live. I'm sick of this overwhelming sense of claustrophobia on the outskirts of the village, the village. I want the city, with its noise, with his life, with all his soul and his brain. Everything here is slow and everything seems insurmountable to "small low men."
I want to change everything and repaint the walls of my life and what surrounds it.
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