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18h
Everything happens just so we can feel
And when we lose that
We lose everything
Because that is what humans are made of
Emotion
When we are deprived of that
we are nothing.
We are nothing but melancholic spirits
Translating our own sorrow into poetry
Our own pain into art.
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Salwa  18/F
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