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I'm 18, and like everyone else at that age, I'm full of energy, untold stories and dreams. I'm studying to be an art historian, but I'm an artist at heart. I write poetry, draw, play the guitar, sometimes even compose my own songs. My poems have something of Warsaw, its gray sky and bright colors of the old city. I dream of a big stage, of my music touching the hearts of people, making them think and feel. To earn extra money, I work as a bartender in a cozy bar near the university. There I
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Dreams are always swarming in my head, like flocks of birds circling over the city. They are so different, so bright that sometimes I myself get lost in their diversity.
My biggest dream is for my music to reach the hearts of people. I want my songs to be heard on a big stage, for people to sing them, and for them to make them feel, think, dream.
