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Every dream decided to rest, tired of not making progress, to return without seeing his promises fulfilled.
Always the same table, the same home, the loneliness, always unrewarded, all to the fate of this company.
Always the same path, the same stones, landscapes that ceased to exist, worlds without land.
Bringing in the fog is the desire to be ******** again, it's waking up, it's opening the door and not disturbing,.
start over, look for answers, welcome to this utopian reality.