>>40447850
They were never yours to begin with. Nothing is truly had except the life like sand that pours through your fingers. Your mother, father, lover, hater, companions and acquaintances, are all fading sparks of dust flowing down the river of eternity.
We are always alone, except in our delusions.

>>40130879
Do i LIKE being this way? Blyat what a question, i am what i am, it is as simple as that. I cannot speak for the ways of others for i only know my own way. Asking me whether i like it, eh *sips vodka* its like asking a cloud if it likes to fly
Dobroy nochi!