There are nights when all my life seem to gather around my eyes just as if my future were today, on this hour, on this second, and my past disappeared.
There are nights when i forget my CV and i care more for what is to come.
Isn't that the right thing?
After all it's always the same. Being a sheep for the good of the wolves. Building a house without a door. Watching their success with a smile.
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Loosing Yourself
Kurzgeschichten"Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened"
