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the 13th of December
Yes, it’s winter again. And not a drop of snow yet. Not even proper cold. Winter in Oslo… Or in Helsinki. Bluish Norwegian nights. White Finnish angels carved in ice. Illusions of a world yearning for light. How could I ever sink so low as to hate my own flesh and blood? I could never do that… I hope I am not alone in this conviction. Never afraid. Fear kills the mind. I’m alright, I guess. Fighting the shadows, struggling to keep my mind and my soul alive. It’s a lost battle but always worth fighting. And yes, I supposed I’m also awfully tired… The kind of fatigue sleep cannot cure. But I’m alright, I guess.
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