not know where it came. I do not know if it is true or if it actually means something. Rather than thinking, I feel as if someone had told me in his ear as he walked back from work:
Life is a wonderful promise. Youth is the time
we believe that this promise will be fulfilled.
Today was a day not particularly sad, but I think of a time now I stopped believing in that promise. Is that strange feeling that everything is a joke, but nobody dares to tell us.
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