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Since high school, one thing always had me wondering, if we are the ones who choose our destiny or if it's already predetermined by some God or force, or whoever else it can be. I was so intrigued by this topic, that after some thinking decided to bail out math class in 10th grade and took a bus to the closest biggest city with a huge library. Therefore it was 10 years ago I don't recall how I got onto a bus or found my way in this new megapolis and what I was doing next. But what I do recall is that after hours in search of answers or a clu...
“I can't sleep…” The coolness of the night quickly seeped through the open window till someone previously lying on the bed decided finally to get up on his feet. A tall half-naked man shut it loudly and turned to the bed. The old wooden window was closed and even so, the wind was yet hoping to break into the room, coming in little by little through the gaps in the window. “Why… damn it?” mattered someone. A guy in his late 20s placed his right arm under his head as a pillow. He slowly closed his radiant gray and somewhat tired ...
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Aaaaaaaa... A strangled, mute cry of pain and despair escaped from somewhere deep in my chest. I was sure that I had forgotten how to make sounds. My lungs were immediately filled with piercing icy air. At once it became indescribably painful, as if thousands of needles had stuck into my throat. I think I made it, I thought to myself as I sped up my pace. I tried to remember how it all started, but all I could remember was the moment when I received a letter from an old friend from school. We hadn't seen each other for a long time, and out...
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