when is it now
mardi 17 novembre 2009
enough is enough, do not bother to do more, or I will spoil the work, why try to spend as much unconditionally honest, the true should be the focus of relations, it demands to focus in one direction, no time to try different solutions, the years pass without allowing the bulk, we run in every direction yesterday and is washed with water to make great memories are cleansed of impurities present, everything is arranged to look pretty, so that 'everything is initially dirty and rude, it's so rough that cuts easily, no kindness, human relationships are made of jealousy, hatred, trampling to crush finely takeoffs wallpaper, do not dig to displease remain on the surface to understand the acceptable minimum, no need to disrupt the order that promises continuity even if violence breaks relations into a thousand pieces to be rebuilt every day, it demands considerable energy, who did not have enough ground in the crowd excluded, a pile of lost bodies, they are born to die, a little way to see the light and fast in the shadow of darkness, hope died one days An hour passes in the loss of joy forever extinguished light, irony of fate, life devoid of meaning
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