he should still know it's true, but it's as if it did not exist, yet one can easily show that the vacuum can not be emptied more, then we can make full of contradictions, a story has no end, a beginning that does not result, all sorts of justifications that do not illuminate the room, we stay in the shadows, everything is uncertain, we should find a solution, but nobody knows how find the switch that will stop all of a sudden doubt, one day we will experience a true, pure, hard, rock that faces the raging sea, the human, he, with sausage crumbles of fat to forget drought empty relationships with others, each thinking only of itself, the whole word is not of this world, is it the next, hopefully, but for now live only a lie, it's a little place I know to be alone to think, am I, but would I, I was, then, will I, silence of the night, the sound echoes like a shot Thunder, who is there, my dream is to meet me, I'm me, so I sleep, me neither, I do things, but I do not understand why he should live, but the dream did not respond because who is alive is not dead, so we can open the door for just an hour, that's how I got a reason, if I saw it for something, something specific, a I'll find something when I'm dead
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