The autumn decorations were torn down.

And after the rains; a cold air of life.



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Feel the false city pulse and those left on the decline in the present. They walk quickly and look away with their thoughts fixed on their superiority. Believing it to be so clever to suppress everything outside their imagined inner world...

Compete hard for nothing and look cunning so that no one has the strength to push you down, offend you, despise you with their ideological wishes about how everything is....

Some stupidity is learned and other stupidity is innate...



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Frost. Snow. Cold. Darkness.

Measure the value in it.