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I woke up. It was late. Anything I laid on the positions was lying on them, but flying around in my eyes. I had my coffee and cereal. On an old tree outside a window birds were singing their morning ballad. I came back to bed. Hide under the pillow. Fell asleep again.
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I wish you not to be too close the answer, when you'll have to return. I wish you to be not too close the answer, when you'll have to return!
So... Well, writing in foreign languege is even funny, when you don't know it good enough and don't use a dictionary... You just write what you hear in your head, without wondering what does it mean... This is like writing music... /Above you see some parts of my brain. Words inspired listening to Radiohead all the time. This is called Returning, I don't write about myself, never! When you made a mistake, you just -sometimes unconsciously- turn back. I love this process! Don't think bad about this, I'm young, have to learn much more./
