At the age of thirty, forty, or have crossed the half-life line like I am now. The memories are not mixed with the date. Every day, foot steps come closer to the realm. Everything will kill you so choose something fun pilot poster. I feel more attached to memories, as only the present memory is fully my own as only those who are far away, belong to me forever. For a certain reason, I often “live” with the deceased more, cherish, love and feel more secure, comforted, and shared more. Who has experienced many adversity, bitter and unjust, will understand why I have so many different people.
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