Our lives are like a mirror. They still have another face. Sometimes we can see only beautiful things... But sometimes we can see the Shadow. It is dark and full of pain. Shadow can disapear as fast as it comes. When we look at it-we are sad. We don't want to look. We don't want to exist....
But we are...
We exist...
I exist....
You exist....
|They| still have another face.
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|It| is dark and full of pain.
Shadow can |disapear| |as| fast as |it| |comes|.
When we |look| at |it| - we are sad.
A reszta dobrze!
Dzięki. :)
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