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It seems like someone is scratching inside my head.
I don't know if they're living beings or not,
But they speak sometimes.
But they speak beautifully.
Always beautifully.
I listen to them, hoping to find something inspiring in these voices.
I believe this is not happening to me just by chance.
Not everyone simply lies in a pit
And then suddenly decides to stand up and go.
Pause.
Stood up.
And walking.
Yes, I stood up - even by the sound, it became evident.
I fucking stood up.
I stood up and I'm walking.
And how I walk.
I walk with an amazingly confident stride.
I walk, and so do they.
They walk as long as I walk.
We all walk because I walk.
As long as I walk, everyone walks.
We all walk together.
We step over all the shit, all the traps, all the pits,
All the pros and cons.
We leave all this bullshit behind.
And we walk.