I love life and i love to being alive but sometimes it is a really messy inside me and i have a head full of thoughts and explanations and questions and i am still wondering where we are going to and who we are ?Who i am?Why people suck so much or maybe i am the one insane?
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Art. Auguste Rodin, The eternal idol (detail)
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Joy Sullivan, from “At the Airport”, Instructions for Traveling West
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Sometimes i am a fucking mess inside
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