Prose - Unclear Life
Its letters are blurred ... Moreover, its lines meander between torment and distress
You will find that these lines are not the best I have ever written
Moreover, these papers are not the last that I wrote
Furthermore, you must differentiate between individuals who have streaked eyes
Tossed into the breezes
These lines were not just plain talk
However, the feelings of the heart live in the true sense
Moreover, the individual's heartbeat transmits them in imagination
Moreover, she is caught with agony
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Try not to resemble a heron
This amazing little girl sings the most beautiful songs while she is dying
Nothing on this planet is worth a single drop of your blood
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In the event of that winter, close the entrances to your home
... Also, snow slopes surround you everywhere
... stand by the look of spring and open your windows to the outside breeze
... Also, move away, you'll see a dash of feathered creatures singing again
... and what's more, you'll see the sun dropping its shiny strands onto the tree's edge
To make you another life, another imagination, and another heart
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Dedication is a kind of experience
The ruin is a kind of opportunity
What a perversion and I complain about the torment of my happiness !!
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There is a disconnect between an individual's creative mind and the recognition that their pain can be overlooked
Few of us are like ink and some of us are like paper
Without the darkness everyone heard the white
Were it not for the whiteness of a few of us, the mystery would be faint of sight
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