Today I get up without hope. Soon it will be my 33 birthdays, but I've never had problems with it. What's happening? I don't know. Every day, I fight against the prejudices, I'm stopping believing in many things that already doesn't make sense , I'm trying to go out of the machine that has me. I don't see television, I don't read the newspapers, I don't believe that money as agent of happiness. I realy feel that I'm evolving, and it makes me happy, I feel free.
Anyway, today I'm fucking sad. There is something that I can't understand.
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