A poet lives through his miseries

The days pass like molten cheese. I tied the mess of my past and packed the rest that is left.
I did not have any difficulties choosing the most important things in my life.
I went to my granny this afternoon and it scared me in a way that my brother tricks her with money. It never came to my mind that I could use her; it simply strikes against my principles.
I will keep you updated about my journey (now that I got a sweet new computer)

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