- This is me, thesis
This generation complains too much or too little, or is lost in their problems or think you do not have at all.
E 'over time is acknowledged to have some difficulties and had the strength to face them?
caxxo What we have become, larvae?
I broke the balls of people who are always complaining, or which do not give a caxxo nothing and nobody!
Where is the missing generation of rock? Where is the generation that was missing in every beat a vital impulse?
all went to fuck you, I'm not there!
I want to fight!
SUCK IT!
- This is me, antithesis
I no longer want to bother getting by this chair.
I do not think it's worth it.
There's a world out there.
not to be rhetorical, but it's quite disgusting.
E 'inhabited mostly by people who do not deserve even half the rights to exercise.
Fight? To whom and for what? Too many, really.
And the worst thing is that more and more time I'm beginning to think seriously to be a part of me most.
I do not want to fight.
- This is me, synthesis
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(currently, the blogger is unable to complete this part. He wondered how it is possible that two such different souls Vivino so so confused about him, but no emerges sharply .
currently, the blogger is trying to build a synthesis of self)
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