Think twice about willing to shake this hand because written here words can hurt the same as in the reality...
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October 27, 2008
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When I pick up the head my face seems to be without eyes like someone was carved them in a hurry leaving me alone in the field, lonely, covered partly by the moon light and trying to find the way of escape. How much we want to find the aim of our daft life knows only our fear...
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Graduate School
:Wraclaw University
:Humanities/Language
:Sociology
Poland
:Intermediate
everything which makes me happy
:I just like people... and the stories of their lives. What's more, being alone when I am sad or that feeling when you know that you can rely on someone.
:just water
:Irish folk, rock and the music of Zbigniew Preisner
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