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Nothing was completed, nothing was finished. This was how brilliance existed without any form

You’re depressed because you can never do that.

Six is not the number of the devil.

Every day I live my life of work and toil. Haunted by the beauty on faraway soil.

He left his comfortable job because he hadn't wanted to be ordinary and boring. Mission accomplished.

Not needed, not wanted-alone once more

The storm outside was nothing compared to the storm that was beginning to form between the young couple.

I want to crawl into a bottle and never come out

Freedom is gone. This is clear.

A woman’s beauty is not easy to define