Book: I'll be back. Page 3
To whom is to blame?
In front of him.
Too much time was spent on the illusion.
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MegaMozg 06-01-2017 / 01:47
Gnawing on the expectation of a single train with a long string of cars. Route one change stop. Only three stations: "Past", "Present" and "Future".
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MegaMozg 06-01-2017 / 00:56
I am in life is...Laughter through tears...it's Impossible to always be happy - but one momentary flashes of happiness may last long. People actually live in anticipation of such outbursts...And pain? Salt tears heals.
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MegaMozg 06-01-2017 / 00:56
When the cigarette is the only source, and bitter coffee - imaginary thirst quencher of love.
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MegaMozg 06-01-2017 / 00:56
A cab pulled up a bright yellow color. Yellow really separation.
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MegaMozg 06-01-2017 / 00:56
I'd like to stay as invisible to others as they are visible to me.
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MegaMozg 06-01-2017 / 00:55
Every man his way does not realize his happiness...
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MegaMozg 06-01-2017 / 00:55
You are my greatest victory over the pride.
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MegaMozg 06-01-2017 / 00:11
Of life driving is not ends meet, and the expectations with hopes.
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MegaMozg 06-01-2017 / 00:11
My hope is... Umm... even If the world disappear, we will still find each other... even If you disappear nights, we will glow as stars in the daytime... That's my hope.
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MegaMozg 06-01-2017 / 00:11
Fell in love with each other today.
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MegaMozg 06-01-2017 / 00:11
...The road the night of Istanbul, all with broken hearts. Crunch under your feet, crumbling, sinking into the shoes of passers-by. Passersby - those who were lucky today. A little more than others. However, each of these bystanders is aware that tomorrow night might break his heart. The law of the metropolis: everyone get lucky not can. The film "Istanbul Gold 400" more than 20 million cadres, the human destiny. Sensitivity increased, color balance is the best in the East...
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MegaMozg 04-01-2017 / 18:43
Spring is a time of madness, only surrendering which it is possible to enjoy happiness. Even the most fleeting...
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MegaMozg 04-01-2017 / 15:07
...Spring rain smells like hope. There are no irreversible losses as rainfall in other seasons. For spring the rain don't want to watch from the sidelines, immersed in the atmosphere of home comfort. Under him want to live, to love, to hope. Count the drops, lose from the account, catching their language, memorizing the taste of fresh new pores. Spring rain like a mint cocktail with ice cubes. A cocktail of spring, so reminiscent of summer...
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MegaMozg 04-01-2017 / 15:07
I believe that we will finally liberate the feelings in the circumstances.
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MegaMozg 04-01-2017 / 14:48