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Inside a box does not fit even half of what I have found and this is over. Right now that the days are longer I have proposed myself fewer tasks than in the whole year, still the baits are in the water like everything sweet. I don't know what to expect from here I don't know if there is something to wait for. Living comes slow to absorb it the last time is serene, like my soul. I'll keep looking with bridge eyes because I've always believed that something was missing: today the years say it, heart was missing. The walls have fallen as slowly as necessary.