I was born to fly, but someone cut off my wings and gave them to birds...and now i am running to the hell instead of flying to the heaven. Am i satisfied with all that burning shit? Surprisingly yes...i am! By the way, there is no happy ending. We won't find pleasure when we will run up that hill, only deep fall. Someone falls very slowly, facing and scratching every rock and ledge, trying to stop or hook something, others...fuck...even dont want to oppose failure, and submissively give their souls to destiny. That sucks...really fuckin sucks...If the death smiles to evetyone of us, let's smile it, too.

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