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gresim cand noi, cand drumul

doua soapte sub pamant

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atat ramane dintr-un om. un nume si un prenume ingropate. si nu stim niciodata  cand cineva moare intr-un colt de pat in timp ce noi am pus cruce peste sansele de care avea nevoie. de frica sa nu ne doara  mai mult decat pe celalalt.

cioran zicea ca ii e usor sa traiasca la gandul ca se poate sinucide oricand. de fapt ne sinucidem pentru ca mai aveam prea mult de trait. si nu am mai vrut.

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