made a pact with the devil, because the same together. I made him read a boring article, or a dull chapter in the book. Now I do not remember exactly when ... I do not remember exactly how. It was thought a moment. And now word reaches my ears, " Think ten times before you speak or write ." I'm trying to think. Even now I wonder how it all put in words that do not offend someone by accident.
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Every morning waking up and after the morning toilet, dress her body. And then the whole day trying to fit their words into deeds. Sometimes I can not, I lack the strength for any action. Sometimes it happens that I choose "lesser evil in the afternoon." Lots of teeth, with all his strength to not do something, do not tell, do not make the gesture. But I'm not always consistent. Naturally, because of this then I have to blame yourself, but do not kid yourself. Nobody is perfect.
When I think about their life experiences, I'm happy as. I regret a few pranks, but I have no influence on it. With some things you can not fight, even by force, and what happened, it can not be undone. But if I had the opportunity and awareness of the events is, therefore, would try to make a difference.
sometimes regret that I am aware fully of those whom I know in the middle, and those I know in the middle, I do not know a whole. Completely change our world, when we know someone more. At least in my case. Otherwise, I look at this person, than when they were just friends at "hello" and altogether meaningless chatter on the street. Without any familiarity with equanimity, there was a door, and I did not interfere in her life and did not play any important role in the hardships of everyday life. Knowing too the other person, allow yourself a bit more in relation to it, we are daring and sometimes silly. We are doing things which do not even come to mind that you can hurt someone. I guess that after the fact.
so I went back to the roots of his childhood, where everything I was indifferent, and the friend called every one who was my playmate. I went back to the root, where there were no major issues, problems or worries, and frustration associated with the fact that only a lack of funds for a lollipop. I went back there because of the music we know from childhood. Afflicted me, and my head will show video and slide show of memories from a variety of situations which are for us the magic, if you are a child. It's strange, but I do not remember many games with podwórkowymi colleagues. And if now, I can list them on the fingers of one hand. Morning to build the shelter in the nearby woods, an afternoon run in the bushes, where he was part of the police, and some refugees and evening play hide and seek.
remember more situations where I was alone, where my only companion was my own, unbridled fantasy. Then there's the music that is causing this sudden return to the distant, somewhere deeply buried long ago memories in my subconscious.
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Thanks for the memories the music listened to by my sister;
Lady Pank - Mała War
Lady Pank - To Kill Fear
Lady Pank - Sorcerer
Lady Pank - Cloud
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