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I am fed up of that the people worry only about the appearances.
 That only look what exists out of the persons.

 Then, ultimately, which matters they are our acts.
 And what we are within.

 The rest of the world is all the same.
 But I am tired of the opinions. Of what the people will say. Of the fear.


And there will come the day in which the people repent of the things that it left without doing for not having value.

 The day in which we look at the past and see that we had everything in our hands, and it escaped from us.


And what to make at the time?
 Probably to look for the way that we leave without crossing. And it will be late.
 Because the things happen only once.

 And the trains that we do not take can stop being opened for us.