I will raise him with the logic of defending him even from his friend, while I teach love to the child and empathize, while the most beautiful feeling in this world teaches friendship.
We're just going to live like a horror tunnel, blindfolded visitors, just because of adults who lack empathy. Instead of the seeds of happiness within us, hate grass will accumulate.
Don't be late, if you miss the service, call me immediately, go to the street dangerous, take care of your sentences, every day we will leave the house again.
Their lives, service, locked in the fact that the living around the most fenced with wire fences. They won't be able to lick lollipops, they're not going to be able to play the ball, and the neighborhood is not safe.
The word of consent to be bleeding into the canata of rusted letters already engraved on their most intimate places.
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