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Oct 2018
Who knows what a whispering wind is on a stormy road and a bevel. What is the inverse level? The bell door rings at the entrance, In your dream like an angry rebel.
The pain is the one that moves us into faith and live,If it does not break us, it strengthens us.
Pain, like a carousel, believe. Devil has a thousand faces, but only one aim. Do not be craven. Fear is just an illusion. Everything becomes an indication.
The heat of fusion creates evolution, find the right solution, What creates your passion, stimulates your spirit level, be your rebel.
Written by
Ivan Mihajlovic  23/M/Belgrade
(23/M/Belgrade)   
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