Just a poem with potential for rejuvenation:
You start dying slowly – By Pablo Neruda
You start dying slowly
if you do not travel,
if you do not read,
If you do not listen to the sounds...
Jee, gavau laišką iš ateities :D
dear future me,
Ther are times where I want to kill me, just like my mothers want me to die, but I try to hold it off to the very end, thinking maybe things will get better, let me give it some...
Hey, chi non muore si rivede eh? Buon compleanno da te stesso! Chissà cosa penserai di questa mail scritta dal te passato. Se mi conosco bene penserai sia una mega cazzata. Comunque come ti va?...
tug'ilgan kuniz bilan dunyodagi eng omadli QIZ :) HA HA ya tak lyublyu sebya daje ne predstavlyaete



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