Sitting in the night, the clock is almost 1 am. Just writing with a friend, don't feel like i can sleep.
Just bored, nothing really to do. It's night, what can i do in the night? I'm home, in my room. My dad thinks i sleep, but i don't. When i'm awake on this time, i'm starting thinkin' about the life, what is the life really? What shall the human do with the life? What shall I do with MY life? It's dangerous for my poor brain, to be up so late as this.... Thinkin' to much...
Have to go to bed now, wanna try to sleep....
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