Retained: Candidate 2

Almost three weeks have passed.

I've survived. Fewer people on the street in over a dozen days. I go out a lot.

How can we know when this message will come? Deprivation of the life of a random person, giving some ridiculous reasons, is being conducted by other serious, well-dressed patients.

And I have determined that I will no longer associate with anyone, nor become attached to everything. But I still want to live. I want to live forever.

I deserve the most. I believe that. Whether or not this Enlightenment is a vicious joke.

Insensitive, insolent, inexhaustible fatigue and confusion. I only want to walk down the road.

And remember that day, confident, false, high-spirited spirit, trying to display appearances, trying to show resistance, which I recently presented as a performance with the highest audience and a good quality.

I realized it was definitely me. Just like the show. I'm convinced of every colorful actor. This time, it may have something to do with the desire to live and after.

I've always worked hard. I'm trying hard to live, or I'm trying hard to be the most strategic. Sometimes this is the case, and when it has not been realized, the mouth or body has reacted very quickly to the performance that most likely leads to a vote. You'd like someone, you'd leave someone behind, just like a boring interview. It's just that the price isn't cut out to die. No one really wants to leave behind someone they hate. So things seem to be simple -- standing on stage, out, and now in the camera, actors have to look at the audience. What does the audience want to see?

It doesn't matter who is the object of the protest, but only to point to the anger of the audience.

There is no need to hesitate to choose one that is more universal.

When the audience was bored and unable to change the stage, it showed some enthusiasm and excitement.

As the discussion intensified, there was some time-sensitive peace or tenderness in the taste of gunpowder. Just care about those who have the right to vote. Is there some madness? Impossible. Since the first divine revelation, when everyone's next door disappears, I think - crazy is normal, normal is really crazy.

So I won. I survived.

Not because of anything like that, whether or not they really belong to me, to me.

Just because of judgment. Because it's almost natural, animal rapid intuition.

Live. Stay. Keep looking.

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