Life is a loan(alone).

I wonder what they're all after.

My closest goal to reach is hapiness or laughter.

If you don't enjoy it, why do you do it?

To pay for things that you do, and then when it breaks, you pay to glue it.

Pay, take, pay, take.That's all we know.

Real, fake, real, fake. What good is gold?

Friends and foes are a waste of hatred and groans.

At the end of the day all you got are gifts, you're on your own.


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