Going again through the Hardtgasse late at the dawn. The silent song whispered in my ear is reminding me I was thrown away back into the battlefield. Back from the places I used to know that well, that I was not able to tell right from wrong anymore, what to fight against or what to fight for. Thrown away back to the arena after all, but at least I knew I was fighting and I did well. There was a place I found by mistake...
Pheeew. Sorry for my eGlish.
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