This silence that bode for the eyes and everything intact words become really hate their stupidity that makes you hurt and everything seems as if in a bad movie sleepy hours are all common dead night is still here
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Paullyna (
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Hmm. Interesting and intriguing reflection. What is the title referring to? It is a fascinating depiction of....the folly and misery in this life.
something up there...like vision of better world but we are all stucked here in this bad version of it...lol,something like that heh..
I do wonder if we are still living inside the nightmare?
I like the way you used the silence, like everything we not do it's because we stay silent.
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Dolphine
yeah, we do still living in this nightmare..
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