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Everyday I force myself to wake up early. I force myself to catch the bus and going to classes. I force myself to stay at school until (at least) 5 p.m even though I don't have class anymore. Sometimes I stay at school until it almost closes. But I don’t know what I’m fighting for. I don’t know which one is important, which one is not. Building images -- I call my hardwork now is just to build an image that I'm still fighting. Or maybe I'm just killing time. Or killing my mind that will speak too loud when I'm not doing anything.
Dream, what is dream?

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