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People around you are afraid of you; I'm one of them. Your only real option is to live for mere survival; Live, so as to not die from starvation. You aspire to be better. As long as you have the propensity for feeling, you try to keep walking, ready to face any challenge, yet no amount of stepping forward moves you ahead. You're unarmed. Your situation wholly wears you down and ruthlessly crushes you. Each time you try to escape, you back off, start all over again and walk, until you'll want to escape once more. You lose parents, friends, relatives. There's no one around to console you. You don't have your own house. You don't have your own self. Around you, heartfelt, humane communication does not exist. You're dead to the flesh. You glare at your dead body. Dead feet. Dead movement. (Lashao Gabunia's YouTube video description (translated from Georgian)).