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I Must Write This Name In Stone
Going back in time and change all the mistakes I made is absurd and impossible; I look at myself and feel rage... my vain existence could have been so incredible. Tarots readers promise us changes with an amulet, when their false prediction turn out to be a hoax, we realize we have been spinning in a fast vortex... not believing that it had caused sobs in our chest. All the gold in a vault cannot buy youth, some go to extremes to get it back even briefly, then they try to reach a new altitude, " All wishes are possible, not this one! " The skeptic believes, " Know that beauty is hidden inside, visible in deeds of beatitude. " As my age shows in looks and inability, I feel very helpless drowning in discontent and bitterness and trying to reason I declare," We start aging on the exact moment we are born, and our cry is the prophecy of doom carried out by events. " While I'm living, I must write this name in stone, despite the wealth and the happiness I was denied by cruel fate; I honored friendship, I loved everyone: why should I be so irate... if life's simple pleasures are lived and never gone?
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