Life's getting dull and boring, but it's moving fast at the same time.
Perhaps what we long yearn to have is not what we really want.
Escapade.
But an imaginary one.
Maybe there isn't smth that really allows us to escape from all these.
Oh well.
We never should have escaped.
Just face it.
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I have 45 more days of freedom/boredom/.../... ...
