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the heaven is a real thing transparent in its manner a place where one awakens eats cherries together the hell is a thing, deed which sticks in us which creates all the feelings that one pegs out all will arrive at the brightness, the light sooner or later dumb and bright all of us, our mothers and fathers with no exceptions prey and perpetrators
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Irjasen
I wish i had more time to really get into writing...
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