You flee a shore, and then you crave for it. You run away from people, and then you miss them. You turn your eye back, and nothing has changed. You look for someone to put your trust in, and what you find are just elite asking for your faith, but you know that, night coming, the sheep will go back to the pen while the sheepherders will get in to the house. If they still have a house, and this is the reason they need you. They will change everything, so nothing will change. And you're alone whit yourself.
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