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I already lost the count. The date of the today is just the numbers, that doesn't mean anything for me. Time has lost the point. I do remember each day of the last three years, like I haven't sleep at all. But I'm holding strong, training, trying to find the way to beat this life, thinking. Each fall is continued by standing up. I fell allot. But now I know, next time to fall me down will take much more forces from this fucking world.

Fear me. I will take you down, motherfuckers.