Constantinos Grigoriadis (28-2-1955 / Greece)
Life in the Garbage
The days in life, if you don't use them correctly,
and you spend them without doing things that you love,
it is like a good meal that you don't eat during the day
and you throw it to the garbage.
Thus if you lose your everyday meals,
near to the end of your life,
you feel hungry,
but there is not enought food to satiate you.
and you die hungry.
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