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The universe is built on understanding, give time to your near and dear people, appreciate every minute spent with them.

Loved ones - more than air
Without them it is impossible will breathe.
They fulminate any acrid gunpowder
Will the pain tear to shreds.

How many did we lose in his life?
Many. And when you lose someone very close, we hope that he is there. And there, beyond death, at least there's something. I know I will meet with those who have gone before me. Know. But... while we're here. And sometimes I want to shout from the inability to see. To hear. At least for a moment to look into familiar eyes, smile, and know there or not there, but love you. And I know about your love. After all, what is closest to you went over the line of death, does not negate everything else. He is still close. Native. And my favorite.

Each of us in life there are people without which we cannot imagine its existence. The idea that they can disappear, leading us to the horror. We blindly love them and are willing indefinitely to close our eyes to their mistakes and misdeeds. And this happens as long as we put our faith in this man. But having lost her once, we understand what is inside of him was only emptiness.

Well - at the end of it all they all existed, all were filled with a sense of their lives in the name of the genus, all confirmed that the original truth that we depend on the ancestors, blood, even the fleeting connections that we all store on gestures, grimaces, addictions, bodily take their ancestors. We are only weak creatures, carrying in his veins the current hot defenseless blood.

Spare cute, Kohl stick with them.
Got used! Since you have already fused into one!...
No harder than to become a two family.
This is only just one this.
No need to offend them, cherish
Attachment! Let the heavy life
they do not kill! Care surround!
Forgive them! Don't remember the offense.
Make no mistake: they say, age is not lived,
And women full globe!...
No, believe me, can't replace
The
Bitterly favorite, one...

In this dead world grief there is no one left who has not lost their loved ones.

Blood ties mean much more than their own intuition.

We must love our family and friends. In spite of everything.

You can love your mother, father, babysitter, even the dog: all this is covered by the General collective concept of "love".

The fate of everything may push the two relatives.

Blood seek. Or soul of the native, it's all one. Look for those who you realize, regret... Worthless to be one.

Let's be a little kinder,
Won't be mad at others.
To live with a good heart fun.
To appreciate friends, love family.
We all depend on each other,
Bad life or a good.
The rain outside the window, circling whether the Blizzard.
With the good always has a pure soul.