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My mushroom soup made of the certain random inspiration. It was just there, always in me. I realized that I'm not totally done but I'm happy. I hope nothing - I have good memories I have something real at least for me.
I'm not ready for the new thing yet, dunno when but not yet. Need to be clean first before I can be filled. Wait for that day to come.
Now it's time to be adult.
I got to know myself a lot better. I am what I am - when you don't know what you're doing, that's you. -
True, but I want to know what I'm doing, I want to be concious. I want to really work hard to achieve something. Not just get it because of luck as I had all those good things. But never the best, never have done thing fully efficiently fully utilised my ability - or I never have that much ability????
The birds sing the whole day, they are still singing now.
The memories are not mine.
There re never be a summer time or autumn.
But I learn Autumn is tastety.
Some people take something way too serious, in the same thing, some do forget.
It's all about dream but the begining was real.
It's all about how you love yourself how you like yourself which never be really yourself.
Believe me, there is no YOU. Somebody in the other side of the world shares this with you, or may be your neighbour. Or even many people share your identity. It's not something unique nor special.
I will wake up this afternoon and give myself another try. ( 27 x 365 + ... )
Need some catalysts.
Good bye good morning good sleep.
Hellllllllo пока блини
My mushroom soup made of inspiration.
The birds sing.
Some people take something way too serious, in the same thing, some do forget.
Or even many people share your identity. It's not something unique nor special.
I will wake up this afternoon and give myself another try.
Need some catalysts.
пока блини
My mushroom soup made of the certain random inspiration. It was just there, always in me. I realized that I'm not totally done but I'm happy. I hope nothing - I have good memories I have something real at least for me.
I'm not ready for the new thing yet, dunno when but not yet. Need to be clean first before I can be filled. Wait for that day to come.
Now it's time to be adult.
I got to know myself a lot better. I am what I am - when you don't know what you're doing, that's you. -
True, but I want to know what I'm doing, I want to be concious. I want to really work hard to achieve something. Not just get it because of luck as I had all those good things. But never the best, never have done thing fully efficiently fully utilised my ability - or I never have that much ability????
The birds sing the whole day, they are still singing now.
The memories are not mine.
There re never be a summer time or autumn.
But I learn Autumn is tastety.
Some people take something way too serious, in the same thing, some do forget.
It's all about dream but the begining was real.
It's all about how you love yourself how you like yourself which never be really yourself.
Believe me, there is no YOU. Somebody in the other side of the world shares this with you, or may be your neighbour. Or even many people share your identity. It's not something unique nor special.
I will wake up this afternoon and give myself another try. ( 27 x 365 + ... )
Need some catalysts.
Good bye good morning good sleep.
Hellllllllo пока блини
My mushroom soup made of inspiration.
The birds sing.
Some people take something way too serious, in the same thing, some do forget.
Or even many people share your identity. It's not something unique nor special.
I will wake up this afternoon and give myself another try.
Need some catalysts.
пока блини
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