I get out, walk around, spinning ... I want to climb that tree, I get on a seesaw, I run down the field, I ride a bike, do those miles I did before ... As I did before ...
But one thing crushes me, taking me by the hand and makes me going round in circles ... I sink into the depths of solitude, and tricked me ... Me a trap in which a self, it just ...
How did before?
How did before?
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