There was a little more left. The road will be over soon. And it will come to no avail. From the burden, which you have so far worn. A few direct things to confuse, and two mountains to climb left only ... The first to see from the high, and the second? - it's the way back down. Do you manage to climb the first, you have overcome yourself. And do not turn back, because there will be many misleading occasions to give up ... by yourself. And you're not a fool of yourself. You can do more. You want to ... look at yourself from the other plane. And you will succeed. When you understand, that it is difficult sometimes to forgive, even to himself and his own sense of guilt. Wine is for friends. Who do not doubt in the fact that you are not a coward. And they are only one or two. The real ones. The others, patting you friendly on the shoulder, they push, without wanting, from the highest a place in the mountain. And beneath you is a deep abyss. And only if you can fly, just ... You will reach the other mountain ... To get on the way. To yourself, back ...
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