The Lost Thoughts

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Here they are again: the thoughts. They are with me on my way to the bus stop when I see a car speeding. One step is all it takes ... On the bus I listen to The Songs Of A Lost World and try to imagine the world we have supposedly lost. It seems so dreamy in a grotesque way. I can't seem to escape the thoughts during lunch either. What if I just stopped (eating) forever? If I listen to the voices that express the thoughts, will I be able to experience the lost world?

Just a short shit story (I wanted to let it out).

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