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- В 4 часа ночи, сидя перед монитором, убивая время за аськой и прочим инетом - в который раз и мечтая о том, чтобы заниматься чем-то стоящим.
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- Pityful reality
I’m such a strange:
So great plans,
So pityful reality
Look at the past:
Meaningful days
For me became rarity
I wonder what I’m doing here
Talking about nothing
Why I prefer
See virtual faces
Instead doing right things?
I click on the button
There is a few
People I can call friends
Stare at their displays
They see my name
We make talk that never ends
Don’t wonder what we are doing here
Talking about nothing
So light dependence
Everynight habit
Or some similar thing
We don’t want to start a new day
And wasting our time in the night
That’s such a pervading lazyness
That I just can’t fight
And if you ask me such a question
What I’m doing here? – I don’t know
But I realize I must escape
From that pit. It’s so low.