Anger, sadness ...
told me not to cry without imagining that the drops and rolled down my face.
do not know why, suddenly I feel like this (or maybe I know, but loath to admit it).
In a way that eludes to the reason, I feel rejected ...
(maybe hard to admit because it makes sense).
is this, only this what I get.
could decorate it with adjectives, make it pleasing to the eyes that dwell, but would remain just that.
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