Cos every breath is unbearably painful
My fate is like those envelopes – sealed and tossed aside.
The point of departure is a lack of explanations.
. . .where there is no more hope, song remains.
Luck always seems like it belongs to someone else.
[A] person whose head is bowed and whose eyes are heavy cannot look at the light.
When things go wrong, don’t go with them.
Your hope is the most beautiful and the saddest in the world.
I’ll never wake up in a good mood again.I’m tired of these stinky boots
Stop looking back when your future is ahead of you.
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