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Week1 Monday
Am I the only one who live here? Is it only me in this country side I built?
Life is being to tough, I can’t think of a way to help it. I feel like a person to be with be, listen to me and share my heaviness, but Its only me here.
Around me is so bright, me inside is so dull. The dark from an inter-corner against the brightest sky. It is as bright as if it is only my imagination. It such a good day but still, there is no one out, not even a bird or small fly. Nothing is moving, even me.
Is it no one living in this town or Is it because I isolate myself into this built-world.












