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I've been told once, that everything that happens has a reason.
Everyone wanders constantly what is the reason for this world.
Keep asking and there's no one to get answers from.
Like robots or marionettes of someone unknown, have our destiny and life planned.
He probably throws dies and decides.
Laughs, and turns us.
I ask him to save me, from these white nights I have, I drown in my own tears or think without an end, and fall asleep with an headache and a collection of scattered words.