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It's dark, so dark, (I look sitting on some part of this megalopolis:1.7), I look at these immense and black skyscraper, these very bland blue lights weakly illuminating the streets:, the passers-by, the shops, I look at this maze of bridges nested one on top of the other, this chaos impresses me and panics me, (I look at other people who like me ... look too;1.7), I don't know anything about this place but I was born there, I lived there all my life but it's too big, excessive, endless. There is only one thing I understood, the soul of this megalopolis is darker than mine