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Our life is all about sacrifices, like cutting a tensed rope. There’s always pain, but eventually you become so numb it stops hurting. That is, until an even greater pain ensues.
Our life is all about sacrifices, like cutting a tensed rope. There’s always pain, but eventually you become so numb it stops hurting. That is, until an even greater pain ensues.
Things don’t just “happen for a reason”. It’s context that allows things to make sense of it all.
But it’s the same thing that will give you meaning.
parfois si je veux être comme toi, je n’ai pas le fort.
parfois si je sé quand tu seras le roi, j’ai feu en la tête. parfois je t’aime.
parfois, je ne suis pas je.
parfois
est parfois,
será
ou será toi.
ràibaisses-moi, en cette lumière.