Oh, well.
As if I didn't know it was coming.
I want to see their faces, when they'll see me.
I know I hate them, and every little thing that reminds me of them,
but I've got to do it.
I feel so.. vivacious.
I can't explain it so well, and I'm so afraid from it.
I have to remind myself that it's only another two years.
And then another two.
And then another one to arrange myself.
so in the end I come to an endless maze.
I don't want to sink.
You see, I don't have a life preserver.
And I can't swim, either.
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When you come to a place, when you don't care about all THESE stuff so much,
You become more mature.
But when you come to a place when it ends so peacefully, you are wrong.
What will I do?
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My mind is not such a safe place after all.
Here it comes, with all of them, with another material, with more anxious.
I won't sink.
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