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I've been wondering.

Surrounded by walls an people. In the middle of fumes and noise.

A Cold breeze under Heavens grey.

Filthy streets and boken dreams. Distant feelings and rarity of air

Cities, the human rearing in a death-struggle against nature.

I'm someone who lives in such a city, crowded with people and fume.

It feels like air went rare, and i am lost alone.

It's cold and white, but i can't afford to stop right here.





I know that it's hard to wait on something

that you know might never happen,

but it's even harder to give up when you know

it's everything you want. Right?

12.1.09 16:03

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