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Tomorrow is not my destiny.
Yesterday is biased anyhow.
But today worth something?
What's so worthy that made it never stops?
The answer says nothing at all.
There is a room filled with people of different colors, or only if you can see those colors, other wise clean.
clean by the meaning of not knowing. not knowing what? no body knows. But they were all laughing about something.
Something funny. Something funny in a good way. Like they actually feel happy and unlike most of the time.
Billy was on the road, drunk, driving, stoped by the police, arrested, his mother called the police.
What a non-sence.
This world. This house. This youth. This sweet energy of unknow future.
This answer.
But they forgot the question already.
