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What about storms, sir?
Some don't come from the wind only
you wave your hair
and storms come into the hearts
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I'm not complaining about you anymore, I'm complaining about myself
I'm dying every moment, every day
but your loneliness is in me
But not in you.
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I left the village and came here
I will make a name for myself in the city
making this name
Turns out, I myself
I will become anonymous.
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About the Creator
Vichaar
of these thoughts that human has become the most important species in the world, it is these thoughts that have made man the son of God or the son of Satan, therefore whatever your thoughts may be, they are important.
I am write my thoughts
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