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We are not special.
But we are not shit and not garbage.
We just are.
We just are and what happens just happens.

Each of us has something, even cry, even cry, and with this can not cope. We are as it is and there is nothing you can do about it. Like a bird in the old Celtic legend: catches chest on thorn a thorn, and with pierced heart comes a song and dies. She can't help it, this was her destiny. Let us know what fall know even before he made the first move, but consciousness is still nothing can stop, nothing can change. Everyone sings his song and I am sure that had the world never heard anything more beautiful. We create for herself the thorns and do not even think what it'll cost us. And then only remains to be patient and to assure ourselves that we suffer not in vain.

We are all suspended in time.

We bring nothing into this world and nothing can carry...

We think we love another person, but love really his attitude to us. We recognize ourselves in another, as in a mirror. We love ourselves, own reflection in a partner.

We will have everything we want! The main thing - do not be afraid!

We must live as burn! But it is not going to make it. And then life will end.

we were born not for death but for life. To share life together. But we broke the course of our lives. We have destroyed everything. Destroyed our souls, our bodies and burned. We are no more.

Two is more than You and I. Two - We...

insanity is the inability to share with others our perception. It's like you're in a foreign country - everyone can see and understand what's going on around you, but unable to explain myself and get help because they do not understand the language in which they say.
All of us had to feel that way.
- Just all of us in one way or another crazy.

And suddenly I feel: we are one body, one soul; if she will disappear from me will be half. If I were not so rational and smug, it dawned on me that this unconscious fear - love. I took him for a wish. Took her home and section.

And then I realized. All the way we seemed to be wonderful companions, although he was only alone metal bars, each circled in its own orbit. From afar they look like beautiful shooting stars. And in fact, there we are, locked up alone, like criminals, inside these glands, and fly to nowhere. If by chance the orbits of the two satellites are the same, then we meet. And when they come in contact, even able to recognize in each other a kindred spirit. But only for a moment. To the next moment once again be in absolute solitude. Until you burn somewhere down and will not turn at all nothing.

We all deserve death, without exception, and I know that, but sometimes, Oh God, the green mile seems so long...

We must sacrifice to live happily together.