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    Once, there was a man, born inside of a world made of steal and hate. He was bred on unusual social habits, mainstream entertainment and silently strict principles. Eventually, he pulled himself up, dusted himself off and moved on to form his own self. He found nice clothes, amazingly unique music, put on his fake, large glasses, started writing stories and applied bohemia to his life.

    Please, join on this trail of madness.

    About Me

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    I am a man, without a plan, hoping to find it.

There is nothing that makes any of this worth it.

I am stuck in one place, unable to move, constantly pressured and constantly dead inside.

No hope. No escape. Never and always.

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