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<![CDATA[ <p>It's getting too crowded in here. I can't see anything anymore, as the lights are turned off and my eyes are sealed shut.</p><p>What am I moving towards?</p>
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<pubDate>Mon, 07 Jun 2010 21:26:50 +0900</pubDate>
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<title>First day of the year</title>
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<![CDATA[ It seems to be getting colder day after day.<br>The city sparkles, millions of lights, each its very own colour, and a strong wind starts blowing as I get out of the subway station.<br><br><a name="cutid1"></a> My hands ache, little needles puncturing my skin. I struggle to light a cigarette either way, and I try my best to ignore the cold, even if I am kind of freezing.<br><br>As I start walking, I notice how empty and desolated the streets look. Well, nobody has a need to be around at 7 AM on a Saturday morning...<br><br>I fill my lungs with cigarette smoke as I wait for the traffic lights to turn green. It's still dark outside and the sparkling holiday lights are irritating my eyes. Finally, I can cross the street. A dog waits on the other side of the boulevard, his tail wagging. I think he's hungry but I can't help him out. All I've got with me are my cigarettes and some money.<br><br>I have to hurry up to get to work. My fingers are getting numb and the cigarette is halfway finished. I want to drink my hot coffee. My eyes are stinging and a small tear is running down my left cheeck. I think to myself that my left eye was always a bit more sensitive than the other.<br><br>And 9 hours later, I'll be repeating the same routine, but the other way around.<br><br>At least if it would snow, the falling snowflakes would hide me, and I could rest there, bathed in their warmth, until I would forget I ever existed...
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<link>https://ameblo.jp/crimilde/entry-10556170331.html</link>
<pubDate>Mon, 07 Jun 2010 02:48:16 +0900</pubDate>
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<title>fiction</title>
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<![CDATA[ <em>There's a saying that goes "Life beats fiction"...<br><br>But it depends on each and every one of us which side they'd rather take.<br><br>Are you alive, or are you merely fiction ?...</em>
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<pubDate>Mon, 07 Jun 2010 02:36:04 +0900</pubDate>
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