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Getting to know you?
If you ask me: *The worst thing that has ever happened or could happen to me!*
If you ask the child inside me (you know, that crazy child inside me), he will say: *The most magnificent event in the last century*.
It is not the child within me who is captive, it is the child within me who is captive. Therefore, dear reader, these are not my poems, but the poems of this crazy child who has created a world of his own inside me.
There is no death for me in my world, I have closed all the doors of timelessness; The world is the last destination of those who are tired of a world that is the heir of a made-up hell and take refuge in their own world. Let the world turn around. My years are no longer limited to three hundred and sixty-five days, and the days here are more than twenty-four hours. But even when I retreat into my own world, the memories do not leave me.
Memories were the seeds of suicide that I planted in my consciousness, they sprouted, now I will reap deaths from my heart.
Every moment I remember your smile, time is Hiroshima for me!
