ok, i'm damn sleepy. blog again soon!
for what is a man, what has he got?
if not himself, then he has naught.
to say the things, he truly feels,
and not the words of one who knees.
dear dad, please take care and i'm sure it'll be a success.
Love is stupid, love is blind. Love is just, a waste of time..
Time can bring you down, time can bend your kneesWhatever doesn't kill you, makes you ... stranger.
Against stupidity, the Gods contend in vain
for what is a man, what has he got?
if not himself, then he has naught.
to say the things, he truly feels,
and not the words of one who knees.
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