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Well, this is me again, I know all of you are tired of me, I am too

Have you ever felt that you were a little bit different and you had something you need to offer the world if you could just get people to see it? Well, then what an artistic end would it be to be a futile, What a magnificent structure would it be to be a loser and worst than all to have unreachable desires, full of ambitions.. I do not know how life has been defined to you, but for me the end is near

I'm not sure if you can follow me as I want , but my case is simply complicated, I do appreciate any attempts for getting my points

My journey reaches a detour, where the eternity gazing at me and shouting loudly that the hunter  was also the hunted, where the sun doesn't want to shine anymore, where you are just tired of  yourself, where the riddle has remained forever and where you have surrendered everything you had. The premonition of imminent disaster ..... What a beautiful scene, a forlorn figure alone on the platform