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Daddy, you are the man who plays destiny loudly though fails so badly. That man doesn't improve at all, don't you agree? But, daddy, no one hates a bad performer. One just does not want to watch them any longer. Daddy, destiny is a game over. And losing something is nothing until it's you who keep it very dearly who soon become the one who makes it evaporated. Daddy, daddy, destiny is I fall apart and you might too, or we both do. Either way would hurt. But I know which is the more hurtful way. Either way may end the same. But I know which is the prettier way. The way that is full of rainbows and clear waterfalls and lakes with bunch of lotuses. I know how to fall apart more gracely, daddy, way more beautifully. I know you have the chance to see it. You have what I don't. And, daddy, do you know that love doesn't exist, never? I know you do.
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May 5, 2014
May 5, 2014 at 11:17 AM UTC
Why Do They Say Poetry Is A Therapy?
Daddy, you are the man who plays destiny loudly though fails so badly. That man doesn't improve at all, don't you agree? But, daddy, no one hates a bad performer. One just does not want to watch them any longer. Daddy, destiny is a game over. And losing something is nothing until it's you who keep it very dearly who soon become the one who makes it evaporated. Daddy, daddy, destiny is I fall apart and you might too, or we both do. Either way would hurt. But I know which is the more hurtful way. Either way may end the same. But I know which is the prettier way. The way that is full of rainbows and clear waterfalls and lakes with bunch of lotuses. I know how to fall apart more gracely, daddy, way more beautifully. I know you have the chance to see it. You have what I don't. And, daddy, do you know that love doesn't exist, never? I know you do.
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May 5, 2014
May 5, 2014 at 11:17 AM UTC
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