My sunrise will come to Poland next week...and I'm so happy...and on this Thursday I have my 19 birthday

I dreaming about make-up brushes ... but I don't have hope to get it...
I also looking for a job but without any results...

I hope that everything will be alright....
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I sing what was lost and dread what was won,
I walk in a battle fought over again,
My king a lost king, and lost soldiers my men;
Feet to the Rising and Setting may run,
They always beat on the same small stone.
--William Butler Yeats
have a great weekend
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Here's a story full of hope and light...
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"If i ever see you again, and this gun is loaded... you'll sleep in hell."
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