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how to start at the end of the story other than in your mind and as i stood there against the old Yugoslavian radiator i understood that even though once upon a time i was noble i came to a point where it seemed like there was no return sometimes when we fall we don't get up at all and it wouldn't be wise neither to even try to for sometimes one is meant to fall so that he may take a good look see what there is upon the floor so that he might get up differently natural processes trivial don't say none the less it's not always good getting up differently for your reason for keeping on living might not be the same and when you are not alone being able to keep a secret can be way worse than a lie it will reflect in the resonance of how the relationship turns and it might be believed that you told a lie where you did not and you might think like a hamster in a wheel that you can figure it out but it was the indication of a lie that spoke something about a hidden truth and so looking back i now understand why what was hidden was made plain even by the smallest thing for that is how the greatest are revealed my anger fades i can see my struggle was real divine things sacrificed for the sake of being alive but i did good knowing how thick the plot is and i can thank my lucky stars bullets and chainsaws dodged from my own countrymen in foreign lands and lovers lost

CuldeSac

What are words without understanding and what is understanding without sense?

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