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The train stopped at my 16th page. Whit big fear and vibrate I put down by the scales on my life and I saw dusty on youth who brings her own lunatics. At the first moment everything is all right. Slowly but safety I close the doors of happy childhood and wind who name is life, told me that she have only understanding for me. More new faces are like fog who bring many questions fool of understood. Slowly, unconscious I felt on that virus that's name is lunatics. There is not come back, stream on the life is pushing me in the unknown way. In that moment I'm not getting understanding from everyone. Everybody spin there back, and that hurt me more. But the time is passing minute by minute, day by day and stream on the youth left me tired on my next station. The train again will take me on the new journey and secret that is hiding on the base on the mountain. Viktor Bojadziev
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