Cold soup.Closed shutters.Little light.Cloudy day.Clothes on the floor.You're trying to put your mind together which is wandering pointlessly in an ocean of thoughts.You're wandering in the empty,dark house.You put another plate of cold soup.You are retrying to concentrate.You open the books.You're trying to predict your future in this empty plate of soup.Like the gypsies do with the cups of coffee.You HAVE TO concentrate.
But what is it that you want?What could add some colour in this moment?
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Ahhhh... This is exactly how I feel right now... I HAVE TO concentrate... And what about what we want? Noone cares.
Honey,you're what,17?
Stop worrying about every little thing.You wont be younger than what you are right now.
LIVE IT UP.
xx
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