Even if I write all the words in Greek would not have any difference if I were a color would be transparent, not for you nor for the latest employee of the morning.
They are for my illusion, my projection that may end up mad, and will end in less than a week.
I will not say goodbye, I know it does not matter.
fuck you all, and who want to go along.
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