I keep thinking about what to do in the middle of the world that stopped spinning. I want to move, I want to get out of place, yet I'm still here, I'm still myself. But if even a flower can be born in the middle of the concrete, why not me?
I have secrets I can't tell anyone, so I invented this space.
Who's gonna find me here?
Today I decided to take a step into the unknown. Who knows where it will lead me?

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