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"I" I'm tangled in those threads I am tied, but the world feels that I am settled i sit on the beach watching the waves Sometimes I would drown in those waves, sometimes I would manage. i love this sky I count the stars in the night I carry the pain with me, I feel it drenched in the rain, sweating in the sun I just weave dreams at the head of the sun my eyes say a lot, so i stay silent Standing in the window, I look at the beautiful moon. Sometimes I toosing my feet while walking in the path, sometimes I shout loudly. I carry memories of the streets through which I pass. Running from there to here, and from here to there, I don't know where to go Now even if everything is lost, I smile thinking about it. When will the evening be, I question the day. When will the night be, I ask the silence. I fall, I get up, I stumble and I make my heart cry with tears. I have as much status as a closed fistful of soil. She gives trees, I do not give anything I scold myself for every mistake, I explain myself Those destinations are just a few away, I give courage to myself. I talk to the open sky on the roof of the house, I just listen to his silence !!!
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