I feel like I'm stepping on the air every time I walk. I can't find the solid ground. It's not enough for me to be able to move my feet anymore, I need a place to fall. I'm moving but I don't have a direction. I can't find the switch to turn on the light and the darkness is hitting me more and more and in the places where it hurts the most. The acres were reduced to square metres. I never wanted to share anything and now I want to give everything away. Before it's too late.
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General Fiction"Debbie Harry and Kurt Cobain; Luca Prodan; a city that burns; a freckled girl who leaves; a war on a mysterious island and a cursed writer are the flashes that run through the mind of a teenager who suffered a motorcycle accident."
