What is a man but the sum of his memories? We are the stories we live! The tales we tell ourselves! You know, in our lives we are not readers but we are writers, the least we could do is change the ending Dying means to be gone. And what goes, is not your pain, but your existence itself. But in your mind, you think that you’d have a sense of “nothing” after you die. How can you call that “nothing”? In other words, you don't even have an idea of what death is really like.
What is a man but the sum of his memories? We are the stories we live! The tales we tell ourselves! You know, in our lives we are not readers but we are writers, the least we could do is change the ending Dying means to be gone. And what goes, is not your pain, but your existence itself. But in your mind, you think that you’d have a sense of “nothing” after you die. How can you call that “nothing”? In other words, you don't even have an idea of what death is really like.
Smanjena slova jer ne znam gadi li se "pederska ljubav" Ploku xD Oke, dakle pocinje da svaki razmislja o ljubavi prema drugome, ovo, ono, jos ne znamo sto cemo, no na kraju su priznali <33 Neda mi se ocito prepricavati xD
What is a man but the sum of his memories? We are the stories we live! The tales we tell ourselves! You know, in our lives we are not readers but we are writers, the least we could do is change the ending Dying means to be gone. And what goes, is not your pain, but your existence itself. But in your mind, you think that you’d have a sense of “nothing” after you die. How can you call that “nothing”? In other words, you don't even have an idea of what death is really like.