Detention (№ 455176)

Deprive me of my head so that when I die, I may meet my brothers again. Aren't people born to be free? Aren't we free to think without limits, without fear of discussing anything aloud? Believe in anything, love anyone, be anyone ... When you were with me, I was indescribably happy. I never stopped thinking about the times when we could live together without any worries, but in the end it turned out to be just a naive dream. I, too, like narcissists, are full of pretentiousness. The world is not yet ready for people like us.