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Sometimes the voice in my head screams very loud: "You, shut up and sing". I keep silence.
Sometimes it's something like "I just wanna go home. Please, please, please let me go home". I'm in my room.
Anyhow, one day I'll find that home and sing there and not only there. Anyhow, one day I'll dance not only behind closed doors or somewhere in heart of a crowd when there is nobody who I know. Anyhow, it's Friday, 14th, St.Petersburg, Russia, my name is Dona, I'm 21 years old.
Anyhow, there is no one acept me inside.
And seven devils all around me.
I don't feel anything. No reflections, no emotions, nothing. Really.
In the end, it doesn't even matter.

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