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Tidiga mornarI will rather hide behind the heads in a crowded bus than try to see the light. I don't believe in the light of the future. The light that everybody seems to see so clearly. I don't know if it's the thoughts in my head that destroys it. Or if it's the scars of my past. How can it ever be better when it always has been this bad.
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