I Live
It's always the same. We humans are only happy if we can be unhappy.
That's what keeps us alive. Nothing happened at some point, or you have the choice to ruin to overthrow or to keep them out of the disaster. It is considered that it may look for a little while to keep aloof, and then finally in full zeal to run against the wall. Again and again.
This is life.
why bicker. And therefore it does not matter how old, how rich, how healthy you are, you can feel at all levels subjectively equal pain.
I just suffer a little. I listen to melancholy music by Beck, look out the window see gray.
My head is switched off. In return, turns away a familiar feeling. Like an old friend. It's almost cozy. As difficult and yet so weightless.
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