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He remembered all those times, when he had been telling himself to calm down. How he was fought against himself that he wouldn’t hit them back. We can’t be revealed. We can’t be revealed. We can’t be revealed. That was the thing what he was keep telling to himself when he was laying on the floor defenseless, his hands grasping into fists and he was the target of the neverending hits. We can’t be revealed.

Finally when it was over he went to looking for a relief to his pain. He limped along the streets until he found someone from who he could buy good, even mediocre stuff. He paid himself sick but money didn’t mean anything, he just wanted to forget everything. He just wanted to feel himself free.

Freedom. What that would even mean? Was it only illusion of madman, something what everyone wanted, but nobody could ever find it? Was it only the way to tease oneself, the last hope of a human wreck? Could anybody to freed oneself before life would end? And when it would end, could even that bring freedom? Could even that bring the relief to this emptiness or would it be only same shit in a different mode?

Suddenly Milo just broke down. He didn’t take it anymore. He just simply didn’t take it anymore. First he sobbed quietly, so quietly that shaking of his body covered a shaking of his shoulders. Then he couldn’t controlled himself anymore. He sobbed louder and louder and just tried to keep himself together. He pressed his head to his knees harder and harder. He tried to take control of himself. He tried to hide everything, like uncountable times before, but this time he didn’t succeed and soon he cried like a little child who was fell and hurt himself. That’s what kind of he felt himself: Little child. Little child, who had get lost into large world. Little child, who tried to find a way home, but whose home was burned to the ground. Little child, without direction.

He felt a hand on his shoulder, it has to be Arez. He didn’t have powers to be angry, so he just let the hand been there where it was. Everything was just too much now.

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He remembered all those times, when he had been telling himself to calm down. How he was fought against himself that he wouldn’t hit them back. We can’t be revealed. We can’t be revealed. We can’t be revealed. That was the thing what he was keep telling to himself when he was laying on the floor defenseless, his hands grasping into fists and he was the target of the neverending hits. We can’t be revealed.

Finally when it was over he went to looking for a relief to his pain. He limped along the streets until he found someone from who he could buy good, even mediocre stuff. He paid himself sick but money didn’t mean anything, he just wanted to forget everything. He just wanted to feel himself free.

Freedom. What that would even mean? Was it only illusion of madman, something what everyone wanted, but nobody could ever find it? Was it only the way to tease oneself, the last hope of a human wreck? Could anybody to freed oneself before life would end? And when it would end, could even that bring freedom? Could even that bring the relief to this emptiness or would it be only same shit in a different mode?

Suddenly Milo just broke down. He didn’t take it anymore. He just simply didn’t take it anymore. First he sobbed quietly, so quietly that shaking of his body covered a shaking of his shoulders. Then he couldn’t controlled himself anymore. He sobbed louder and louder and just tried to keep himself together. He pressed his head to his knees harder and harder. He tried to take control of himself. He tried to hide everything, like uncountable times before, but this time he didn’t succeed and soon he cried like a little child who was fell and hurt himself. That’s what kind of he felt himself: Little child. Little child, who had get lost into large world. Little child, who tried to find a way home, but whose home was burned to the ground. Little child, without direction.

He felt a hand on his shoulder, it has to be Arez. He didn’t have powers to be angry, so he just let the hand been there where it was. Everything was just too much now.