I kill time, then I dream, dream of the past, show my imagination strong paintings wide, and I remember the details of what I had to remember in another circumstance, and did not have a profound impact on me
I dream of the future and wonder where I will go? What will happen to me?
I think then I think then take hope sprouts in myself
I took one, two, three, in order to sleep during the count
Out to three thousand then I can not fall asleep.
Dostoevsky
the poor
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