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I fight but I do not know Why I fight Why I love Or hate It is all Going Through me But not from Me Advertisements

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Night Life

The night is a truly quiet time in the city Only the distant sound of the occasional car can be heard. The silence is an opportunity to listen to the stories of other people in distant place. The radio suddenly

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