You enlist. What you get. You look for leftovers between your strengths. Your every day is going away. Your life flies away. You are a viewer and a protagonist. You look for a shelter in the war. You lost peace. Your every step unfolds your after hardly. It’s an Indifferent meeting. An expenditure. Without the objective of the cause. An orphan path. It accompanies the befores. It grows what’s inside you. It makes it a world inside you. You choose. You’re not alone. You resist in time. You run out of it. You live. Without guilt. Your identity is a Halloween costume. You escape in the dreams of the living. A race. The egoism to be you.
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