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Reading a book alone at my room
I like every kind of books
But this one was very booring
So I just let it on my bed...
It was a mistake.
Stoping reading makes me think about my life
Well, it isn't a bad life
I have a good work, my own house... but something is missing
I looked thoughout the window
The snow was falling down
Calm down... pure, white... never in a hurry...
It was falling down alone, like me.
After all I'm not completely alone.
It makes me a little happy.
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