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The night diminished on my chest while a silent storm was falling asleep beside me. Winds break free; I shiver, all the light disperses in my shiny eyes. Could not say a word, only listen. Before my soul, glass was shattered and a moment later I saw myself looking beyond the window. Started dancing on slow music. I was upset ,angry onā¦ who else, but me? My mind was screaming of how foolish I can be sometimes, so much misunderstanding that my body would not stop moving. It felt like freedom inside a prison of which bars were gone, still could not escape. Outside, the light said: āItās gonna be alrightā. I reflected on the worse image tomorrow could ariseā¦.
Believe Iām one of those people who do not see the faintest hope where it should not exist. My desire is not toā¦be, rather than whisper things I do not remember later on, only the sour feeling inside. 10:50:02 Monday, 29 January 2007
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