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A lie is not a word that flows from the tongue; it is a wound that slowly grows on trust. Sometimes people hide the truth so skillfully that the line between reality and deception is lost. But a lie has a dangerous habit; it may hide its face behind a thousand excuses for a while, but the truth is too patient to remain silent forever. And when it arrives, it not only destroys the lie, but also the entire trust that was built on it.
We are all passers-by in this world; travelers who did not come to stay. Some leave sooner, some later, but no one leaves a permanent mark on this earth. All attachments, all encounters, and even the deepest loves, will one day become a memory that the wind blows through the leaves of time. Perhaps all we can do is leave a trace of kindness before we leave; because at the end of this road, no one will be anything but a memory in the hearts of a few other passers-by
𝖫𝖺 мафия 𝖼︎𝗈и𝗍г𝗈𝗅︎𝖺 𝗅︎𝖺𝗌 𝖼︎𝖺𝗅︎𝗅︎𝖾𝗌, 𝗉ё𝗋𝗈 𝗌𝗎 𝗉𝗈𝖽𝖾г б$ 😕𝗂𝖽 𝖾𝖿︎í𝗆︎э𝗋𝗈 𝖫𝗈𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝖼︎г𝖾𝗍𝗈𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗇︎ 𝖼︎𝗈𝗆︎𝗈 𝖾𝗅︎ яд #𝗑︎𝗑︎𝗑︎ 𝗅︎𝖾п𝗍𝗈𝗌 𝗉эг𝗈 𝗆︎𝗈я𝗍𝖺𝗅︎𝖾𝗌.
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