We use an indeterminate adjective in the naive coldness of life. We are unhappy until the very last of our growing minds with interest and base. In spite of all the goodness and beauty of life.
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We are not uncomfortable with the lack of a port to take shelter in the street, the lack of food for food and the fact that they do not have food, so they are not unhappy to like what we have.
We are unaware of the hope of the child who does not know the value of the beggar, who is the subject of the column, but who cannot taste the chocolate yet. We have no hope of a patient who cannot live tomorrow because of a brain tumor!
From the hope of the mother who prepares her son for the future, we do not know about the hope of your father who worked morning and evening to give her the best one. We know the place is superfluous, but we do not always know! We are like this because we want to be real, rather than seeing us in the mirror to be happy.
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When we can be grateful to be hopeful, we are like this so that we cannot tolerate our ambition. We're just saying we're just around the corner. Don't ask, we're like that. That's why we're unhappy!
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