She is a woman, and so she dreams of freedom, of an hour in which there is no duty waiting to be done. No wonder there is revolution burning in her words, and yet they remain always words and never violence.

I’m tired of having such a happy, perfect life. And that can only be a sign of mental illness. That’s what I fall asleep thinking. Perhaps I really do have a serious problem.

Life is so difficult, if you want to be successful, then you need to fight alone, live alone. Because here no one wants to be part of your struggle.

My name is I don't care coz even if I cre the hate will alwayz be there

Written By Salomon G Bock

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