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no_land_man12 декабря 2017 г.She not only took an interest in my feet, but in the depths of my heart.
085- no_land_man12 декабря 2017 г.
Liking and being liked seem like the leaves of a tree rustling in the May winds.
031 - no_land_man12 декабря 2017 г.
People depend on death to be complete. While alive, they are all incomplete. Insects and small birds are perfect while they are alive, but are mere carcasses as soon as they die. They are neither complete nor incomplete, they merely return to nothing. By comparison, people are the exact opposite. The paradox of people becoming the most human because they will die seems to be valid.
032 - no_land_man12 декабря 2017 г.Читать далее
Recently, I’ve come to resemble a noisy, loud, chattering skylark and twitter like a birdbrain. But, I don’t hate myself for it or feel a deep, bitter regret. Initially, I thought that the elimination of that feeling of hatred was a mystery, but it’s not a mystery at all. Didn’t I intend to become an entirely different man? I have become the New Man. So far, my greatest joy is not feeling self-hatred or regret. I think that’s a good thing. Now, as the New Man, I possess a refreshing self-confidence.
047 - no_land_man12 декабря 2017 г.
September has come and so much has changed. The wind is chilly like it skimmed the pond’s surface. The insect sounds have become piercing. I’m not a poet like you and don’t have any particular feeling like my heart is about to break.
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