Who really cares about life ?
Is life a time or space we live in ?
Or is it eternity in our memories ?
Everything is truth,
Yet everything is a dream even now...
When I stand ?
Where I talk ?
Here I die or here I rise consciously ?
Just silence...
Or maybe it is noise ?












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ale aki fajny, taki jakby wyrwany z mnie, znaczy mysle tak samo, czasem jak mi sie udaje wyrwać, ale tak no, pytania bez odpowiedzi to chyba najgorsza klęska ludzkosci.
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I want to find a person only for me...
Lovely putting it into a form of a poem
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I am better than Willy Wonka
Why don't you have a look see...
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Check out my Photography account
[link]
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I am better than Willy Wonka
Why don't you have a look see...
[link]
Check out my Photography account
[link]
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Slowly torturing my heart
The branches elevates high and higher on sky
To that place where I wont be able to arrive
I hope you forgive me"
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Slowly torturing my heart
The branches elevates high and higher on sky
To that place where I wont be able to arrive
I hope you forgive me"
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