Tears like a child with a toy. He took refuge with his crutches again.
Again in my eyes, in my eyes.
Consciousness of conscience has a limit: it does not deserve them. This is what we do in the simplest way in life, while constantly complaining.
I wish, if what I wrote was a product of imagination, unfortunately, this is a fact.
A complete summary of hopelessness, loneliness and naked truths.
In fact, life is a great lie, and we always deceive ourselves and reduce ourselves with lies.
We have experienced urgency, money, materialism, tolerance, madness and compassion.
Many of us have locked our hearts, left their conscience, turned into an empty approach, living without knowing the world, without drowning, not knowing what we have.
Let's not forget that you have a tomorrow and no one is gossiping here. Everything is for people we don't want. did we notice