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Everything's back to normal.
said that I want peace, I want to either watching my words losing its meaning when someone else take advantage of this age of civilization and the benifit it brings,or letting someone facilitate me into writing to have a child.
I am in no place to negotiate, and all these big concept of things, words, simply isnt right for me to bear, nor any women.
freedom, in an underpath I walk by today, I saw someone wrote freedom on the wall, if that's its translation.
I guess, that's the act of freedom ,and all there is to freedom, fully demonstrated all in one little scene.
a whole lot of non sense, writing on the wall.
someone wrote freedom on the wall, someone wrote democracy on the wall, someone wrote his personal life on the wall.
that's all that there is to these words, writings,on the wall.