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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
Daria Gos
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Daria Gos  14/F
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