Life is worth what you use it for. It’s the color you paint it with. Between black and white, there is always gray. Between paper and nothingness lies ink. Let them only sell you smoke in hookahs, let only barbers tease you, let tears turn into laughter, let them grab your fingers in a hurry. Let sensible people sell candy, let lies turn to ashes, let joy be trampled by fears and let the heart become pincers. Don’t let your money suffocate you, don’t let greed take over you, because it is not the one who spends the most who has the most but the one who wastes the least. May you celebrate your mistakes, may you shine…
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