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Last published Sun, Jan 30, 2022
Charles Bukowski umieścił kiedyś te słowa w jednej ze swoich powieści:
~ „ To takie smutne, wszystko takie smutne, przeżywamy nasze życie jak idioci; a potem umieramy" ~
Trzeba przyznać, że coś w tym jest. Tyle, że co z tymi, którzy dostali od losu drugą dawkę życia?
Bowiem z czystą, białą kartą można zacząć wymarzone życie jeśli tylko ma się siłę i chęci..
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