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a person without talent passes hundreds of extra kilometers, as if walking through a thick fog, stumbling against stones, the roots of trees and pit in the roads. a lot of spilled blood and sweat remains behind, but in the end it does not make sense. after all, a person with talent will always stand one step higher than a person who was born without a single hint of talent. 才能のない男は影だ
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a bright star in the sky will disappear by morning and a couple of hundred stars will disappear after her. but this will not be noticeable until next in the morning. after all, while the moon illuminates the sea with its pale light, the combustion of stars does not matter.
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Repost from Закрыт ↻𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 ᶻ 𝗓 ᶻ ⪻🪭
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𓇼АССОЦИАЦИИ 𐙚ˊ˗🐟🌷Дᴧя учᴀᴄᴛия нужн𑄙:
1.П𑄙дᴨиᴄᴋᴀ нᴀ ᴋᴀнᴀᴧ 2.Рᴨ нᴀ ᴄʙ𑄙й ᴋᴀнᴀᴧ, нᴇᴛу ᴋᴀнᴀᴧᴀ ᴩᴨ ʙ 𑄙дин чᴀᴛ 3.Сᴋᴩины ʙ ᴋ𑄙ʍʍᴇнᴛᴀᴩии 4.Иʍᴇᴛь ᴛᴇᴩᴨᴇниᴇ Оᴛ ʍᴇня: Кᴀᴋ𑄙й ʙы ʍᴇᴄяц ʙ ᴦ𑄙ду 🌊 Учᴀᴄᴛниᴋи: 0/?
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i would like to meet the dawn with you. listen to how you talk about a night dream, about the sea and its calm form. look at the fog, birds and the rising sun. i would like to hold your hand and look into your eyes.
