When I walk down the street, hundreds of eyes focus on my feet, myeyes, my lips ... All suspicious look in a mirror in which are not identified. Everyone dreams, all live and die. All believe in the future impossible. We all looked, we wish, we detest. We arenumb.
No one is moved by a song, no one cries for a book, no one looksand smiles. We are not hell. We are not the sky. We live in a jungle,a jungle in which the smartest is camouflaged to avoid being seenand the dumbest fight for their rights. We are what we never wanted to be. We are a reflection of our parents, our friends .... Arenot what we want to be. We are impartial. We are people.
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