You can unlock the box of happiness when you have the key of hard work

Forgetfulness in people might wound, their ingratitude corrode, but this voice, pouring endlessly, year in year out, would take whatever it might be; this vow; this van; this life; this procession, would wrap them all about and carry them on, as in the rough stream of a glacier the ice holds a splinter of bone, a blue petal, some oak trees, and rolls them on.

Every step you move away from me makes me feel like a bullet strikes my body and moves deeper into my heart 
At a certain stage I'll be no more
Becz without you there is no me

i walk slowly, like one who comes from so far away he doesn't expect to arrive

Written By Jorge Luis Borges

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