Nobody is Perfect
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Darkness. Light. Hatred. Love. When things come to life. When things end with death. How are you living? How are you talking? How are you loving?... How did you do it? Nobody loves you. Nobody likes you. Nobody cares about you. Nobody gives a fuck. Nobody is perfect...
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