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Ruta

As much I live for a tomorrow, as strong I miss the present. Charm of the moment. Evening, which will never return. Just now and here… I write a lot. And sometimes like just laugh loudly. Just for the hell of it. Nobody knows from where coming happiness. And who has invited it? Manque… Thousands of times nobody believes, that happiness could be perfectly beautiful…

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