- Ah ... no really, I think you're right. Well, I mean, in the end it's all a matter of point of view.
If the four walls of loneliness can be compared to what you feel inside right now, I believe that your life is not that much more beautiful than mine.
If the rush of feeling guilty accompanies you home at night, I believe that your life is not that much more beautiful than mine.
If you found out what made you so helpless in the face of life, as happens to me, I believe that your life is not that much more beautiful than mine.
If the urge to hug your loved ones is not constrained by fear to review your ghosts, I'm sure my life is certainly less beautiful than yours.
- Do you think it is easy to get by simply pretending not to turn around to look at?
not look like that compassion, your mercy me mortified, petrified me.
The last time my ghost has come to visit me was decisive:
whether or not he will be back.
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