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- We do not have the presumption of wanting to change what surrounds us,
- and we do not feel the desire to be part of something, anything.
- We let the events slide, with the resignation of those who can not fight their enemies, even with the will.
- We are not afraid to die.
- We are aware to walk on the sands of life without a goal, and leaving no trace behind.
- But this awareness, rather than make the journey easier,
- exacerbates the difficulty of moving a small step after another.
- All around us, is empty.
- Empty as the heavy shell of our own worthlessness, that oppresses us and slows us down,
- but every day we drag with us, reassured by its weight and comforted by his presence.
- All around us, is a game.
- A stupid game that we did not ask to participate, and which it is impossible to understand the rules,
- but we continue to play every day, although realizing that we have already lost.
- Because we are echoes in an empty room, slaves of our own desires,
- and our ghosts keep walk by our side,
- with hands-sharp knives.
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