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Extra people struggling with excess people for the right to be superfluous.

If you want to be seen, you want reality. If you do all that you noticed you're fighting for reality. Because it is impossible to be elected without being valid.

Not enough that you are the one that you once chose. To be elected, you must elect himself.

What is this exclusivity, you have to fight?

Maybe an error occurred and continues, but I have to disappoint you because you're not the only one.

What does it mean to be elected? This does not mean that you nominated and voted for them. This does not mean that someone has chosen you (that would be vulgar and napolino). That means you were born from thousands of possible options, it was you and not someone else.

To succeed, you need to separate yourself from 98 percent of the world's population.

Some birds weren't meant to be caged. They have very bright feathers. And when they fly, you rejoice, knowing that it was sinful to keep them under lock and key. And yet, when they fly in your hole becomes grey and lonely. I guess I just miss my friend.

When nineteen years do know that you're the one, - is breathtaking.

The best of the best are not as noticeable as a good among others.

You're the one. It sucks, believe me. It's no use asking "Why me?". Because angels don't care.

For the immortality of the elect should die.

Life Favorites has always been under threat.

Welcome to the world of the Upper East side of new York, where we live, learn, have fun and sleep sometimes with each other. We have luxury apartments with private bedrooms, bathrooms and phone lines. We are not limited in money, or in drink, or in anything else. Our ancestors never home, and we enjoy complete freedom. We have a clever head, classic features, inherited from parents, and awesome clothes. We come off recklessly. Our shit stinks too, but not to smell, because the cleaners in the bathrooms every hour splash refreshing spray that French perfumers invented specially for us.