Your own moods

Piia Myyry

I dont like your friends, you play with them, all the same games, the same people over the years, comes from southern places, live with their own rules and fears.

You all beat your neigbours, you make money or diseaces, and health care, seen to be a long queue, in the hospitals and social lifes, you must have done, it all yourself, new deceases and lines.

You are between all the goods, the treatment is bad, you see it everewhere, they lead their own lifes, you are not good enough for this school, you are dropped out, of your own moods, like in central european schools.


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