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My name is Roxy and I live in a small town where every day is the same, but I dream of the big world. I'm eighteen, and at this age I feel hungry for real adventures. My days are spent at school, where I teach Psychology, but everywhere I see only ghostly horizons that beckon. I write poetry, filling my notebooks with dreams of distant lands and people I have never met. Every evening, sitting on the roof of a house with a magazine, I watch the sunset, trying to find the meaning of life in its
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I love the feeling of freedom when the wind blows through my hair and the sun lightly touches my skin. At such moments I feel alive, as if the world has opened up before me, ready to offer its secrets. I love walking along the streets of my city, where every house keeps its own history, and every tree seems like an old friend.
My friends and I often gather in the park, laughter fills the air, a
