I have become a chameleon, shipwrecked and a ghost in the two-room house. The defeat is exquisite, accepting that every attempt to drag you down by enemy fire led you to your destruction, and the raising of a white flag is nothing more than freedom from the torture of your sorrow.
I have become a ghostwriter, midnight translator and green screen, but I would agree that it is comfortable and easy. Those who knees tremble at the thought of getting up and those who have already made a niche and are happy with the result because they have no more. I am tired of continuing with this circus, I have retired.
TA.
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