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U iznad mene sliku gledam I look up and see a picture above me, a photo. It's a photograph, but I can't see the photographer, only the lights shining down on the cityscape with the architecture of buildings scattered about. The lights are reflected in my wide open eyes as I gaze into them from below. Everything is fluid and airy as if I'm looking through a window that has no barrier built inside it. In this picture there is peace and happiness as well as something more- longing for something that's not here yet but will be soon enough. The lights in my eyes and in the picture above me grow distant and the picture becomes smaller and smaller. Everything is black and silent. The blackness is different from any other blackness I've ever seen, it's a deep, warm, velvety shade of black which makes me think of love. And then I fall asleep because I'm tired. "Odoh! Odoh!" I'm being shaken by the shoulders again. I open my eyes abruptly because I'm scared of everything right now. But it's already kind of late because everything has already happened, so what else could have happened? It was just a nightmare again... And it always happens at exactly the same time. I want to be alone and I want to cry, but again I'm being shaken by the shoulders which make my head hurt and make me feel like my head is about to explode. But it's not a dream, it's another nightmare. "Odoh! Odoh!" I look up and see a picture above me, a photo. It's a photograph, but I can't see the photographer, only the lights shining down on the cityscape with the architecture of buildings scattered about. The lights are reflected in my wide open eyes as I gaze into them from below. Everything is fluid and airy as if I'm looking through a window that has no barrier built inside it. In this picture there is peace and happiness as well as something more-loathing for something that's not here yet but will be soon enough. The lights in my eyes and in the picture above me grow distant and the picture becomes smaller and smaller. Everything is black and silent. The blackness is different from any other blackness I've ever seen, it's a deep, warm, velvety shade of black which makes me think of love. And then I fall asleep because I'm tired. I woke up in a cold room. I was laying on a hard bed and it was very dark. The first thing I saw was a flickering light bulb, which made me feel even colder. A woman's voice. She's talking to someone across from her. "Would he at least have been nice?" I heard the old woman ask as if she were crying as quietly as she could, but with tears still streaming down her cheeks. "Well, he didn't have to be mean about it! He just said it!" She looked very sad, almost like she wasn't talking to anyone else and like no one had ever seen her like this before. cfa1e77820
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