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"She's a seven-day-weekend, she don't pretend when she's dancing wild and free. (...) Here she comes, down the street. Mountain high, river deep. (...) We'll be M.I.A. in the USA, my black haired girl!" ~ Jesse Malin "Black Haired Girl"

If I were just like that black-haired girl from my favourite song, I would surely be unique. I would be a free-spirit, not limited by man's doubts. I'd be the one who would be able to pack all her things up and set off on a lonely trip to the unknown. I'd abide by my own rules and live on my own schedule. Dreams would be dreams no more - they would become the future, imaginary world wouldn't be only a figment of my imagination - it would become reality.

But I'm only a brown-hair-dyed-red girl without great plans and not a high-flyer. I'm far from being out-going, brave, sociable talker (though I remember hearing people say I actually am; maybe I just underestimate myself?). I'm just an ordinary graduate, too lazy to change the world. Not even original - being "original" when every second teenager is "original" suddenly failed to be "original". I am MYSELF, I analyse my behaviour and I usually get to extremes. I am how I want to be at the very moment. And I know that that black-haired imaginary girl exists somewhere inside of me. She will remain my alter ego for the time being, but there will come a day for her to take over me. And I will pack my bags then and drive away... God only knows where I'll be headed to.

'Cause in fact we're not too different.

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