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Prolog
Every evening he goes for a short walk with his headphones on. Sometimes it’s Behemoth, sometimes it’s Lady Gaga – it depends on his mood. Apparently he has no reason to walk like that. He just tries to forget current day, pretend that it never happened. It’s not because of the bad memories – they aren’t always bad. It’s because of pain that every day brings with itself. No matter how hard he tries to be like everyone else, he’s always him and not anyone else. He thinks that it’s good, but not everyone thinks like that. Several times he thought about this. Maybe he wasn’t made to be like everyone else? Maybe he was made to be him and only him with all his individual features. But not everyone gets it.
It’s autumn. He kicks fallen leaves and thinks about his life. About him, about his friends, about his family, about his things. About everything.
Sometimes he forgets to breathe. Maybe he wants to die? Or maybe his thoughts absorbs him so much that it’s just natural that he forgets that. Wait, can forgetting to breathe be normal?
It’s autumn. He kicks fallen leaves and thinks about his life. About him, about his friends, about his family, about his things. About everything.
Sometimes he forgets to breathe. Maybe he wants to die? Or maybe his thoughts absorbs him so much that it’s just natural that he forgets that. Wait, can forgetting to breathe be normal?