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Sep 2018
The church bell is ringing, I have this strange feeling to go to church?
Im sitting near the balcony,
witnessing the fall of dusk in this god forsaken city
More and more lights go on, turning peoples lifes into a fools paradise
Traffic? Like always, filling every ******* space.
Thats it back to my routine.
Sen
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