prepare you as a child to face life because they teach you that you have to be nice and good to succeed, and in this way, at the age of four years, you fuck the rest of life.
You work hard during the five years of elementary memorizing poems incomprehensible that you have to say with a big, vacuous smile on Christmas Eve, dressed as a Scotsman in the middle of winter, but you live in Italy and have a very warm and socks Wool you itch to death. But pretend you do nothing and so many questions because you're lucky, so you have repeated the age of four years. "I'm ready mom I studied poetry and take a nice 9 but could someone teach me to cross the street today because they put me almost in?" Face the medium bravely pretend to nothing when the bully of the third c throws you the folder, every day in the garbage and you will have to immerse high 1:10 into the garbage around the neighborhood of the city well, discovering that they are not as refined as eat in the dressing. But you go straight on your way because your job is to go to church on Sunday and take in the great verification of mathematics does not come on so hard ... they all do! They come to high school and is a trauma in the classroom with you because we are the children of poor neighborhoods, those who smoke in your face and you do not even know what a book but you fall in love and try to do so but only to the rebel days alternatives because we need to study and not waste time, ever. We graduated with 110 and think, "I got" I can finally relax, but it is a wishful thinking and hard as a cup of coffee. "There are people who have a master's degree abroad, you can too otherwise you're nobody!" And so allocation for other years: advanced courses, masters, postgraduate courses, but begins to become pale, but never mind, you can get some light. Lacking iron? Injected. Too much sugar? Low-calorie diet. One morning I woke up with a headache: chronic fatigue syndrome. Our generation lives on illusions, be brave and prepared is good for nothing, we stood firm, the world turned, and we still wait. Eventually the truth is simple: the son of the dentist is a dentist, the daughter of the pharmacist is a pharmacist, the son of a notary is a notary, the director of the hospital is the lover of the Administrative Director Sssh but do not need to know but no one knows all, the Minister has given to another minister of another ministry, if you can transsexual go around in Porsches, but then they kill you, in your office all have given to the head-cock except you that in fact you stayed at home. What happened to the class to which your partner did you ever copy homework? Ah. entered into politics and run with the bodyguards.
You work hard during the five years of elementary memorizing poems incomprehensible that you have to say with a big, vacuous smile on Christmas Eve, dressed as a Scotsman in the middle of winter, but you live in Italy and have a very warm and socks Wool you itch to death. But pretend you do nothing and so many questions because you're lucky, so you have repeated the age of four years. "I'm ready mom I studied poetry and take a nice 9 but could someone teach me to cross the street today because they put me almost in?" Face the medium bravely pretend to nothing when the bully of the third c throws you the folder, every day in the garbage and you will have to immerse high 1:10 into the garbage around the neighborhood of the city well, discovering that they are not as refined as eat in the dressing. But you go straight on your way because your job is to go to church on Sunday and take in the great verification of mathematics does not come on so hard ... they all do! They come to high school and is a trauma in the classroom with you because we are the children of poor neighborhoods, those who smoke in your face and you do not even know what a book but you fall in love and try to do so but only to the rebel days alternatives because we need to study and not waste time, ever. We graduated with 110 and think, "I got" I can finally relax, but it is a wishful thinking and hard as a cup of coffee. "There are people who have a master's degree abroad, you can too otherwise you're nobody!" And so allocation for other years: advanced courses, masters, postgraduate courses, but begins to become pale, but never mind, you can get some light. Lacking iron? Injected. Too much sugar? Low-calorie diet. One morning I woke up with a headache: chronic fatigue syndrome. Our generation lives on illusions, be brave and prepared is good for nothing, we stood firm, the world turned, and we still wait. Eventually the truth is simple: the son of the dentist is a dentist, the daughter of the pharmacist is a pharmacist, the son of a notary is a notary, the director of the hospital is the lover of the Administrative Director Sssh but do not need to know but no one knows all, the Minister has given to another minister of another ministry, if you can transsexual go around in Porsches, but then they kill you, in your office all have given to the head-cock except you that in fact you stayed at home. What happened to the class to which your partner did you ever copy homework? Ah. entered into politics and run with the bodyguards.
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