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Its late again, and like every night I can't find reasons to sleep. My eyes are following clockworks. Wasting time with senseless things, to talk myself into that I need that time for healing.
But all I do is drying out that desert of life. The darkness tears me in that lovely loneliness.
And that's what I am.
I can't escape from, but I can lose myself. I have no dreams, no hope, no aim. I am part of a next generation without future.
Blear eyes are watching the clock again, four hours to sleep, we'll see when tomorrow will give me my dreams back.
8:36 PM
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