Who am I?
Throughout life, everybody is in an incessant identity hunt. You think that you’re searching for friends, craving company and wanting recognition.
Read MoreDo you know who I am? You scream in silence at the emigration officer who carries on doing his work, leaving you even more fragile and shaky.
Read MoreDark skeleton trees of autumn tinted with shades of yellow and olive green glisten under the faint light. Yet I just notice the falling leaf.
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