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In this emptiness is filled exclusively in the past. The first step to overcoming the past is filled with future the present.

The two suns are getting cold - Lord, have mercy!
One in heaven and the other in my chest.
As these sun - forgive myself? -
These sun drove me crazy!
And both are frozen - not hurt them rays!
And it will get cold first, hot.

It's like we go through life with our antennas, lukauskis each other, continuously on ant autopilot, with nothing really human we don't need. Wait. Go. The passage here. The journey there. All action basically for survival. All communication to this ant colony buzzing along ... ... in an efficient, polite manner. "Here's your change." "Paper or plastic?" "Credit or debit?" "You want ketchup with that?" I don't want a pacifier. I want real human moments.

The victims of the devastation, I sing your national anthem,
Looking at the world through the prism of the storefronts.

Quite a familiar feeling,
When everything inside is boiling and at the same time empty.

When something ends in life, whether good or bad, it remains empty. But the void left after the bad fills by itself. The void after the good can be filled, only by finding something better...

If you gaze long enough into the darkness, she begins to peer at you, if you long to live someone else's destiny - she may be your own. Truly, only God can transform, without losing its personality.

I no. I'm empty. Scraped like a November pumpkin.

When you again and lonely and sad,
In the eyes no rest, and said height,
You remember that you don't have pain initially,
But only the friction of dreams and vanity.

I'd like to give you everything you want. True. But there's nothing. Everything is broken.

"An empty shell" - the first thing that came to my mind as soon as I saw Myuu. She looked like a completely empty room, which at once left all who were there.

I'm nothing. Even less than nothing, because in the void there is still something reassuring. At least the possibility that someone there will once come!

I like my solitude. I was never allowed near, all fintel Yes shirked. Of course, I depict the warmth and friendliness. But inside of me was always empty. No compassion, just carelessness all through life.

In the suitcase was empty space, and I put him in the hay; and in the life our case than it was filled, if only void was not.