My mind is locked. I can't explain.
I look at all the things I have. I want to sell them for charity.
I want to save the world. But I can't do. And I'll never can.
I can't control it anymore. I can't choose what I think.
I can't keep dreaming about my beautiful future.
I can't keep thinking about my terrible past.
I'm here now.
And I can't forget that face.
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Short StoryJoe wanted to travel the world. He visited places he never saw in reality. He wanted to make memories. He wanted to taste new food, to be part of a new culture for a few days and to find some inspiration for the books he wrote at home. He thought he...
