Looking over Central Park, 1982
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As a kid I could have given less fucks about the affects that feelings can have to your mental state. It was easy to tune off emotions, to not give a shit. But then we learn about morals. Suddenly, you give a shit. So far I’ve learned no matter how good you try to be, one day you’ll fuck up. And that’s okay, you’re supposed to fuck up. It’s to teach you a lesson, but what happens when you REALLY fuck up? Is the lesson worth all the guilt you’ve just put on top of your shoulders? Won’t it weigh you down sooner or later?
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Sára saudková : the kiss ( 1999 )
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