Sometimes you find yourself lost in the middle of nowhere. Stuck with no one. Blind with some images that you tried to forget since forever, but you can't. You fight against your fear, you try to escape, to scream, you bleed to say that you need help... but nobody's listening to you. Suddenly, you're stuck just with yourself, you worst enemy. You, and just you, really knows yourself. You know all your fears, you know all the tears you cried one day. You know your insecurites, you know what tortures you, and the exactly place that, once reached, you fall. Can you imagine something worst? I can't. Nobody can destroy me, more that I can. I can scream to everyone listen what a poor person I am. I can tell all the truths about me, and some of these are a little worse than some lies the people had invented. I can reveal all my secrets. But what disturbs me, is that I don't need to much to do all this things. I just need to be mad with myself, just a little angry. A little push. And, oh my... I have so much sorrow of things that I did, and the worse is that i carry this with me until today. And this gets me mad. And I'm stuck with myself. Oh, I'm fucked.

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