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Hands try to move without no stimuli,
they fall down.
He tries to smile in the worst circumstances,
he is a fool.
They try to euphemize what hurts,
they are scared.
Ones who write exaggerated emotions,
the people who read it feel the exact ones.
Honestly, criminally and brutally,
honesty is torn down.
Mindlessness peacefully takes over,
it is despised after the crowning.
While taking the chances,
I fall to the ground.
The plants grow in the soil,
and return to it somehow.
The world is the truth,
the world is plenty with contradictions.
Is truth now only a contradiction?
Ah ha. Look at me trying to think like a real thinker.
14/M/belongs to the rain
(14/M/belongs to the rain)
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