Time Is Running Faster I can't write. Why? I've got no time. Why? I have to do so much things now. Why? Maybe it's to late if I do it later. I can't relax. I can't think about #life, about the world, about human beeing. At the moment I can't find myself, I can't think about things. I can't hear what my heart say.
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