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The first time I saw you, I gave you a chance to get out of here. You stayed. In the face of God, I give you one last chance... Drop your weapons. Take your friends. Leave my flock. And go in peace...

You never know where that last day is. When acquaintances and friends leave, a crack remains in the soul, and when loved ones, it becomes deeper and its edges are sharp, they are not sharpened by anything. These words are not about death, but about Life. Life, in all its manifestations. Every day, a little bolder towards each other, bolder to do than not to do, to say than to remain silent, to feel, to feel, to live, to love ...

For some things, you can give your life. After all, from childhood, almost from the cradle, I dreamed ... Relatives tried to stop ... But I will not back down for anything! A man lives thanks to a dream! And if you refuse it, consider yourself dead!

Time should be spent with loved ones, not with just anyone. Then it will pass quickly, you will not have time to notice.

Sometimes those close to us know us worse than others ...

- Isn't it related to how we perceive this reality? For example, what is truth? Is it something we can only be aware of with 5 senses? I think not. The internal wounds of a person are also real. But usually, we are hurt by those closest to us. Consequently, the wound that the closest person inflicted on us cannot be healed by another person. That's why I don't believe in therapy.

But different people are all that's left of us.

Death is part of life. The saddest part, but also a very important part, because there is a chance to remember how important the people we love are to us.

Around the world, loved ones die every day. I don't want to live with the thought that you are gone and that you don't bear any responsibility for it. I want you to be and for you to answer me for it.

In the shortcomings of neighbors - the wealth of the greedy.

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Those who accidentally survived, while their loved ones were killed, cannot live in peace with themselves.

There is no such thing as freedom, my girl. At least the way you dream about. We are all connected by something: family, responsibilities, what our loved ones expect from us, the need to earn a piece of bread.

Family life is a feat in every respect. It takes a lot of strength: both physical, and moral, and spiritual, to be a wife, a mother, and a mistress. And if these forces are not there, then you should not think about marriage. Otherwise, you yourself will begin to suffer, and loved ones will suffer.