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It's here, by the side of my window that I hear the sounds of half past midnight, and I can't help but wonder all the world that's in flames in this saturday night. The laughs of drunk people, the musician playin sweet melodies, the dj dancing by the most recent music that the underground have given birth. Plenty of life passing right under my window, young men and women bouncing by. I'm only twenty one, and I have none. The emptyness does not attract me, I am nothing like them, altough last night I had pretend I was, like every other silly nights. It's a line, a thin line. And then it's gone.