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Around man hangs a shell through which no one thinks about the gorges

Everything so easy and accessible
like the life of a king shown at a school performance

Happiness appeared right after taking it
You don't worry about anything like just after your arrival

When you were little, innocent
in the adult world, you are no longer blameless

And to forget, you take it like everyday life
that poisons you, you can believe me for sure
No matter where you run, where you are and what you do. When you can't cope, you have to believe that the medicine for help can be someone close to you, someone who wants to help you. Even when you are alone, you should ask people for help, to make the problem disappear, you have to want it yourself, otherwise. The problem won't go away, it will drag on, wanting to pull you down, to an abyss, a ravine from which you won't get out
I look... empty, gray
and before that, crowds were peeked in

Everyone laughs, smiles
and my empty painting presses me against the wall without a moment's thought

I see someone painting my picture frames
With a different brush than the grave, the altar

He paints with words, good deeds
The image becomes something different from the gray and half-world reverie

He is a painter, a painter of my life's painting.
When everything seems the same and you think that you don't deserve anyone, suddenly something can change, you don't know when, where, but loneliness will change. Sometimes you need the right place or time, but the most important thing is your faith and willingness to open up to someone, because even if you think it's stupid. It can change a lot

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