my brain. Alighted at the bus stop and decided to relax on the road, waiting for the same number bus from which it got out. I just got tired. Weekly conglomeration of positive impressions has become too heavy, almost overwhelming. And boredom has become the past. And in some aspects of the past became the present, and certainly I'm not talking about my own person. The past comes by each of us. He sees the errors? Their selfish, uncontrollable thoughts in our heads driven by the everyday, alcohols, spoil. But the time for rehabilitation! Time to regenerate dead cells, which begin at us, blinking and slowly working. Losing someone close to them, situations, important to our bloodstream-circulating clockwise, popularly called the heart, we see the validity of, giving meaning to our existence. The time of salvation, redemption, redress popsutego mechanism.
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What I spilled the hall? Awareness of the man who in just over four years in August. It may seem impossible, but the talks. She had already seriousness and shares with you his views about death. Although we may not even consciously aware of the fact of mortality. Well, because I like to tell your child that is "bad death" . And this can be successful. Through the cartoons, animated fabrication of pure manifestation of one's intelligence. My nephew showed me this. Bajka Kiwi! "in which pet lose their lives for the important matter. It may seem silly, but realizes his most important dream. Tears shed during its execution, the tears of happiness, and awareness of the coming end? Freedom of interpretation even desirable.
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Try me. Of things unknown, and how the human, because human-created. Try me more if I'm wrong for you a figment of human existence, or good. Try me for his own satisfaction. Have only one life, yet you have only one chance. But I also choose wisely. Everything and so do not try it!
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