Book: Ghosts. Page 2

I used to think that the worst of unrequited love is only love happy.

When everyone can afford the best, this is the best starts to seem a little... ordinary.

Our Almighty Lord so scared that scattered the United people in all the earth, and mixed languages so from now on, His children became strangers.
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And well, our the Almighty the Lord is not sure of his omnipotence?
The Lord who set his sons against each other to make them weak.
He says:
And this God we are supposed to honor?

The happy ending is when the time lowered curtain. To finish at the moment of greatest happiness, because then it gets bad again.

The truth is so easy when all agree who to blame.

There are events that you can't digest, and they poison you. The bad that happened in my life, what never to tell anyone - of these moments, as they damage. Rot, eroding you from the inside. And you will rot until the end.

Something in the air something is worn, then you ill, pressure fatigue. The father was drunk again. Wife to you cooled. There is always some excuse not to live my own life.

Smart on the stairs. I need it like teeth in the ass.

When wander through the streets of the monster, when his shadow looms over everyone, no one complains about unemployment. The lack of water. On traffic jams.
When the angel of death, going from door to door, people holding on to each other. Stop colocasia and behave.

The history of wear out if them often to tell.

I wanted to try everything, to exhaust the world to end, before you move to the next.

In life there are things worse than death.

But in the end you pricebuy is not what you feared.

If death was only a pause in order to leave the stage to change costume and come back as a new character... would you Rushed to meet her? Or would have decided not to hurry? If life was just a basketball match or play with the end and the beginning, when the participants finished playing, just preparing for a new match, a new production... How would you live, knowing for certain that there is no death?