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And one day...

You realise how different you feel from others, 
How much the ties matter
How conservative can be the world 
How needed is an anchor. 

And one day you realise no one else can see the world in this way
No one else is willing to pay the price
No one moves on the pace you do, they get faster or slower 
Doesn’t matter how much you want 

But you also realise how important are the funny times in your life 
How easy is to make magic with the right people 
How needed is to dance, doesn’t matter how bad
How sweet is the sound of Russian 

One day you will remember how much you love to write 
And that day you are back in life 

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