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I tried so hard to ruin the walls of my prison these weeks but nothing changes. I can't free myself...and only the ruthless sun is shining...

How sad it is that my mind is like a trash can for mental and spiritual garbage...
And my defence is so weak...

I feel myself being so out of life,  like there is no place for me anywhere... If only I could fly into the sky as a black crow, be bathed by the rain,  be sanctified by the cold wind and become a nameless snowflake in a gray veil of the clouds...

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“I believe cats to be spirits come to earth. A cat, I am sure, could walk on a cloud without coming through.”
-- Jules Verne

Skies are blue but not for you