Not to harass me I write again, but it has nothing to say. And at this point I'm still thinking what the hell this makes me hate all rational human beings around, making it quite difficult social relations. Not that I mind too much, really.
would not hurt to devote a paragraph to the victims. But not the victims normally have all my respect, but the victims no reason to be. To all those victims that under that mask all happen to me, how bad is the world , conceal a person for whom it is not worth even this paragraph I'm writing. Nor do I deserve to feel disgust towards them, but fortunately or unfortunately life and I have pince a number in front of me and I can not do anything to remove them and shoot it to get right and left is frowned upon. But what good would they do to society if they were ...
despicable beings in stark contrast to other people who make this life a little more enjoyable. It is a pity that they are the least, but hey, one is saved. And some, if not the exact number, which is also very bad to say.
Is my land? My land is you. My people? My people are you. Exile and death for me are where you're not. And my life? Tell me, my life, what is, if not you?
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