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My little town
Some little towns seems so much pretty and peaceful. But not mine. It is a silent town. Like a deep grave. And it proves - the spirit of despair really exists. It hides everywhere - around every corner down the street. Seems like happiness never existed here - we are the slaves. Slaves of theese gray walls and empty windows. We have to build our lives like "they should be". We are born, raised, go to school, fall in love, get married, have children, work,work,work retire and die. All the other points of view my little town considers as heresy. And all the dissidents should be immediately set straight. In this way many talented people died. I feel I am dying too. It s like a monastery where I am digging my own grave. Day after day.
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