the truth always hit me with the speed of insentience.
why it has to be so awful. why i'm always something aloof.
never in the firts place. never important. others are. i guess.
i can't stand watching these situations, but i can't stand living without.
i always think that nothing's going to surprise me, and actually it surprises every time.
i'm in between, sad, rejected and going nowhere.
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