Writings

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I feel the unreal sweat running away from the problems I can't talk about, the problems I just hate. The last few days, I've felt everything falling in my shoulders. I've felt lost, with people around me, farther than distanced. Everything weights, I can't rest. If I sleep it's only getting worst. I believe that every nightmare starts like a dream, and every dream is a uncompleted nightmare. In a princess story, everything starts perfect. Then the princess has a problem, and the prince help her with it. Then they are happy, get married and have a daughter, who lives the same story. No matter what way we take, everything gets back. Happens again, and we are just not learning the complete story. Because nobody ever cares about it. Nobody wants to know it, to understand it. And it goes for everyone's story, wherever he or she is, we are still in the same sick world.