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Waiting.For.Death

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Good Night everyone, Here in Lisbon it's exactly 22:38 pm, I'm hearing my lovely and eternal band, Coldplay, "Always in my head", and hoping everything is working good for you all. My theme for today is sad. I was just going  home and passed by a street that I've never had passed before, and what I saw almost put me tears in my eyes. I saw three old people just standing there, sitting far from each other and staring for nowhere. Just waiting...but for what...? And then I realize...they were waiting for death to come.

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Looking up to the sky... I don't want to see the mess around me, the rush, the missing senses and feelings and emotions in every corner of every place. And those empty eyes...please no. I just close my eyes and pray for this to be something I just experience now and never more. Because one day I'll run from this all. One day... I feel alone here. Earth you're so big for me, but even though I feel no space for me here. I feel there's no room. People don't want me here because I'm not empty. I will never be. I'm full of emotions, they don't like it. They hate emotions. They want us all equal. They want just puppets to fill the needs of this society. Who are they? Sometimes you are apart of them. Don't let it be. Never let that happen, even when they call you weird or strange. I prefer this side of my moon. And yes if I could I would live in the moon, just far away from them. Let me dream....