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Κυριακή 13 Μαΐου 2018

The insignificance of our (sun)days

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Dear stranger, today I feel so small and insignificant. Like the world is too big for me to find a place to fit in. I get an unbearable ...
Κυριακή 29 Απριλίου 2018

What I think on a Sunday evening.

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I'd wish you'd call me more often, and care more. But I'd wish I'd care more too. Because I don't care as much anymo...

This kind of people

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You know what's the problem? This kind of people. These people who don't give a fuck about anyone but themselves. Who'll pr...
Κυριακή 11 Φεβρουαρίου 2018

Dear stranger (I wish you well)

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Dear stranger, today I woke up with a feeling of hope which rapidly deteriorated to a feeling of despair. I came to the realisation that...
Δευτέρα 11 Δεκεμβρίου 2017

Expect nothing/something

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You slept expecting the end of the world and you woke up in a world that was the same as yesterday's; cold, loud, and irrelevant. An...
Δευτέρα 22 Μαΐου 2017

The dead tree blues

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Once upon a time, there was a tree. It was tall, and green and alive. And then the years passed and the world changed and the tree died. An...
Τρίτη 28 Μαρτίου 2017

I'm just saying...

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The social norm has forced its members throughout the years to behave in a certain way that consequently has urged them to follow a certain...
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