Когда-нибудь you will die
Someday you will die. It just seems that life is long. And there is something inside you. What you're ready. Today I ran to the store and swallowed a piece of Paradise on the way... So fresh. The night air... Maybe he is... No. Still fresh... And we often vybiraem to breathe cigarette smoke. Clearly, everyone here makes a choice. But we have to tolerate each other. To drpete suffering... it all will end and everyone will be in that place where he's comfortable. And yet... the world will be sorrowful. And maybe on the contrary, someone who puts up with me. Better to think so. For God resists the proud. But rather proud resist God
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