CTan sorrow be defined?o begin all this suffering, you have a moment. Begging and grappling inside, engulfed in the embodiment of evil, you reach out to God in screams and cries. How could You wallow in such pity and pain? How could You not live?
that we have a brain or not and the conversation went the level that i said ,the human brain is small but you don't have that and he said our brain will be in the size of our hand and suddenly i thought why the prawns have no blood , no bone, no brain , nothing but some organs
DIe todas formas, encontré esto en una revista. Si quieren intentar solucionarlo (tienen que buscar todas la palabras entre las letras), lo dejo aquí.f you're living in winter I'm so envious
WWhen I sink when I am swimmingIhat’s the point of ambivalence?
I thought I was bigger than the program I’ve been given
m don’t know what I thought I was beginning
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IC know your character 'wouldn't say that,' or whatever, but your reader doesn't know that. Lie. It's fiction.ontroversial opinion in these parts: if your scene isn't working, try it a different way.
The one thing that still haunts me to this day.A few months ago,it was raining, just slightly yet enough to annoy someone with the constant contact of trickling coldness.I opened my umbrella to cover myself,in front of my very eyes was an old lady,no umbrella, no nothing,her
I’ve never had a brother but if I did I’d want him to be like you. For so many years you were the only one who stood up for me at all. You were one of the only people who was nice to me, and you always made me feel safe inside your room’s walls. I’m sorry for killing you.