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i am somewhere in russia.somewhere between berlin and prague.im a mess like communist europe.i wish to straighten my jacket,comb my hair,put out that cigarette,spray some colonge and walk out into the courtyard.embrace friends,past lovers,family.but i,like everyone,am consumed by the primal need that is 'self'.i can stand,strong like iron,solitary,against the battering of relationships,affections and love but i will slowly but surely break.and when i break,i then will become a better man.