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We live on this small planet, weird huh? We live on the surface, a little deeper deep: laid underground, some wires, took out some subsoil, live on them. But the world in General is indifferent, there we are - no, this space sure does not care, and he doesn't even care about it, we gave it human qualities ... he does.
... But there is another world, the world this window is not visible. For this world is other Windows. This is my world, and everyone there really is such a world, I have no doubt. For this, there are other Windows.
The world just consists of those persons about which I spoke. There are faces of people I love, someone strong, someone not, someone loves me not deserved much someone loves me not.
And in this world, of course, I noticeable. The world will notice, there am I in this world or from this world I left.
I also understand that this world without me I can, and I want it perfectly without me. I would like that, I don't want to say that this world without me would be worse, I just really want this world to me was a little better, don't want anymore.
And this world consists of the very people about whom I said that I love. But I have, and for them none of those words; I love them, but they don't know me. Nobody knows me. No.
And sometimes I feel abused, so abused: come on, you fuss, you fuss? stop it! calm down, sit down, find these very words, well, find, at least for the closest relatives and...
A favorite person is, the most-most favorite and these favorite people there, who also don't know me, they love me for their own reasons, I love them on their own. And words for them were not found. Who is to blame? He is to blame. Blame myself, nobody knows me, because I don't have most of these words. Person favorite is, and the words for them there.