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Apr 2016
You call me unhappy, but I'm happier than you,
my wallet is thicker than yours, therefore my smile
is wider.
I don't mind selling my body, we all are ****** in a way,
it just depends on what we do and how long it takes.
I couldn't be happier. No, it doesn't sound wrong.
Which God tells you that? Who taught you to judge?
And why you listen to someone else,
why you don't listen to yourself?

Are you a saint amongst the sinners? No,
You are a sinner, and I am a *****. And therefore
you are a ***** too. We are on the same boat,
going to an unknown land, where no one knows what awaits
and who will score the prize and who not.
The boat is sinking, God has forgotten about us all.
And no one knows how far is the shore.

Soon you'll come to me and ask for a job.
Peter Balkus
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Peter Balkus  39/M/United Kingdom
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