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I don't care about ordinary weapons.
Arandor
sword
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🏹🎪+⛓️♿=💕
И пока в кармане пачка милкиуэйев - значит все не так уж плохо на сегодняшний день

Небо – угроз не слышит
Небо – ведёт особый счёт
Небо – тебя найдёт
I am more impressed by the beauty of the poem than by the beauty and perfection of the weapon:
1) yes
2) somewhat true
3) no
Poetry is unnatural; no one speaks in verse, except when reciting a carol, or reading an advertisement, or addressing a crowd of simpletons. Never descend to poetry, my boy.
Where do we end up when we save the world?
Undoubtedly, the ability to experience these emotions is one of the few reasons why I still walk this earth.
Added 5 minutes later
But the most difficult thing, of course, is returning to the disgusting reality.
Patients with dysplastic syndrome constitute a group with increased psychological risk, characterized by reduced subjective assessment of their own abilities, level of aspiration, emotional stability, and performance, as well as increased levels of anxiety, vulnerability, depression, and conformity. The presence of dysplastic-related cosmetic changes, combined with asthenia, shapes the psychological characteristics of these patients: lowered mood, loss of the sense of pleasure and interest in activities, emotional lability, pessimistic assessment of the future, often with ideas of self-flagellation and suicidal thoughts. A logical consequence of psychological distress is a limitation of social activity, a deterioration in the quality of life, and a significant reduction in social adaptation, which is especially relevant in adolescence and young adulthood.
Disruption of the mental sphere: also, adaptation disorders are possible, and autism may occur.
I finished reading it. Besides the intrigue and other elements during the story itself, I was emotionally devastated by the end.
Undoubtedly, the ability to experience these emotions is one of the few reasons why I still walk this earth.
Added 5 minutes later
But the most difficult thing, of course, is returning to the disgusting reality.
That is, the body forced me to return to this very disgusting reality, and I will have to deal with it in order to allow myself to return to where my soul feels good.
p.s. btw, I was browsing my old thread – it was funny to read my old posts; it's just amazing how a person's worldview can change depending on the conditions they are in. Apparently, the lack of comfort and free time clouds my mind.
In other words, the body forced a return to this very repulsive reality, and one must deal with it in order to allow oneself to return to where the soul feels good.
Where do we end up when we save the world?
>Painful and unpleasant procedure
>Paid service
>He poked the eardrum so hard that I saw stars and my legs went weak
>Discomfort for an unknown amount of time
Girl, ~25 years old
>Painless and quick procedure
>Free of charge
>No complaints
>It was as if there was no problem at all
Soviet medicine is the best in the world.