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subota, 31.07.2010.

My whole body ached.

Act as if it were impossible to fail.
Could you imagine how horrible things would be if we always told others how we felt? Life would be intolerably bearable.
I've grown to realize the joy that comes from little victories is preferable to the fun that comes from ease and the pursuit of pleasure.
Because we don't think about future generations, they will never forget us.
Where so many hours have been spent in convincing myself that I am right, is there not some reason to fear I may be wrong?
All movements go too far.
I opened my mouth, then shut it, then, very slowly, I held my hands up in front of me.

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