... on pink. What do you say? It inspires me a little. Ok, the other inspired me, you see that end he has done then .... oh, Take care not to listen.
post the other day I reflected on something and left me unsatisfied.
I will be paranoid, but I feel so much hypocrisy in the things we do. I did it because everything seems to be done, few seem convinced of what they do.
I feel the hypocrisy of those who survive to the dead. Or maybe it is simple fear. Or perhaps it is simply inexperience, who knows. The fact is that something prude, I do not like the noise it makes.
few days have passed from the funeral and everything seems back to normal. I do not like, it makes me feel out of place. Why come back so quickly the smiles, jokes or pettiness? Why the eye becomes more profound?
Why?
Why inside I feel that something has changed? Because it seems the only one? Skip
one thing is the best way to prevent it from there.
Deep.
Then when you hit the nose is sour cabbage, the world sucks and we stop believing in God ... but that's then, after, a future far away. That is not ours.
I believe that death belongs to us more than we accept, indeed, the knowledge that death is there and to be aware that we are all in fixed time and that we, despite living in cotton candy, sooner or later we will have to deal with this renegade sister.
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