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I'm feeling restless, but I don't know why. Feels like time is standing still. So many people 'n' I'm feeling shy. I would with pleasure pass away. No one can complain. I don't care it is a Saturday. I'll spend rest of day at home. Won
Õt go home 'n' spoil another day, this is my chance to be not me. I gotta feeling that I'm breaking 'n' my hands are shaking. My heart is bumping 'n' I'm trying to relax, or something. (
Feeling low / waisting my time.) I feel like stone, when someone talks to me. Can't get a word out of my mouth. It is a bad habbit, it will allways be. I would with pleasure pass away. Slipping in corners, like I'd made something which has make me feel so small. I know I haven't got that dignity. This is my chance to be not me.
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