When you can't even walk and yet, the meaning is so close at hand. The meaning of life. So close, yet so far.
Happiness is passing. I felt it for a while. Now, I should get back to life I have.
When everything is great; nothing is more loud than your laughter,
How rare is that?
How rare do you wish it would be?
You're mine. It's meant.
I spent my evening caring about them two. What are the results I said? Don't bother her, I said.
I needn't her to love me; I know I love her; I want her to be happy; what more is there to it?
And the other one, I wish she could be happy. But she tries not to be. I try for her to be. I don't know, it's chaotic.
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ReplyDeletehm, možná by bylo vhodný poznamenat, že jsem to psal celkem pod parou. Taky by možná nebylo uplně zcestný zopakovat mojí teorii o tom, že ožralý lidi nelžou, akorát si domýšlí.
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