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…It’s raining outside, and I can’t sleep. Thoughts and thoughts all over in my head again. I can’t stop thinking about my life. It’s not what I was dreaming about. It’s not what I want. What I want? Huh, it’s a difficult question. It’s hard to be lost when everyone rises to the sun. I am the dark at all my heart. Because I can’t enjoy what I see. I don’t feel satisfied of my life, my way of thoughts and what I am now. I’m another. Life is too different from what I’ve dreamed recently. I have lost… in the life of grownups. I’m still a baby – so delicate and soft, so trusting and dreamful. I am a girl… who lives in the nightmare. I don’t want the things to be like that. I’m depressed of this flat, that is not and never will be mine. I’m depressed of the time that I’m wasting on you. I feel like I’m left to the darkest side of life, where never ever can be any trail of light. We’re made us a life in the hell, or in the hole — you can choose it yourself. I don’t want to spoil our relations, our faded love or our family. But I’m spoiled by it myself. I’m spoiled by its dirt, by its darkness and hopelessness. I am alone, in my soul, do you know. But it’s not the matter, let it be like this, but when there is a light around us, where I can feel safe and harmless, where I can live knowing that I’m in the arms of God, and no one ever can hurt me. Do you see? Have you ever seen right through me and felt me like I’m the whole one thing with you? I don’t think so. We’re broken, life’s broken, no chances to live. No any will to live, but a leaving...
/It can't rain everyday...It don't rain for ever/ P.O.D.