Бог - серб
AND MY DAD
IS A WAR CRIMINAL
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There is an idea of me some kind of abstraction. But there is no real me: only an entity, something illusory. And though I can hide my cold gaze, and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable... I simply am not there.