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Our streets lack love and art, they lack knowledgeable people and smiling people, they lack people who will not interfere in other affairs, our streets are ugly, they lack life

I don't feel like I belong to anyone, and no one resembles my strange soul and boring routine, no one resembles my interests, even my sadness does not resemble anyone

There are no constants in this world, everything that gives you security can scare you at once, and all those things that you ran to will find yourself escaping from them

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People who start crying while expressing their feelings are the most innocent creatures on earth. So never hurt them .

I feel so lonely and silent that I can spend hours staring at the fire or the sea, without feeling the need for anyone .