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Sep 2014
Everyone is born alone
And everyone dies alone
And in this you are not unique

Problems around you grow so big that solution is no longer something thought about
You are born alone
You contribute to the evil
You die alone

And sometimes you will scream at the injustice
Sometimes you will fall down with the overwhelming sadness that nothing is ok
nothing is ok

nothing is ok

nothing
white coat
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white coat  between no where and now
(between no where and now)   
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