Dann ergreife ich mal die Initiative:
‚Someday my dream will come.‘ One night you’ll wake up and you’ll discover it never happened. It’s all turned around on you and it never will. Suddenly you are old, didn’t happen and it never will, ‚cause you were never going to do it anyway.
c r u x
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When all is dead and gone we know who lost, who won. But does it matter then - when all is dead and gone? When all the laughter dies we'll see nothingness and realize. But does it matter then - when all the laughter dies?