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Loneliness is a strange thing. At first, you think that only a few people are missing from your life. But then, after a day, you realize that you've become so accustomed to their absence that their presence feels foreign to you. You no longer expect messages from anyone, and you have no one to share the small events of your day with. Gradually, you learn to keep everything to yourself. The irony is that when people realize you're lonely, they say, "Don't worry, someone will come along." It's as if loneliness is a station, and eventually, a train of salvation will arrive. But usually, no train ever comes. It's just you, a quiet room, and a whole lot of things you no longer even have the energy to talk about.
Ψ¨Ψ΄Ψ―Ψͺ ΨͺΩ Ψ§ΫΩ ΩΎΨ§ΫΫΨ² Ψ¨Ω Ψ¨ΨΊΩ Ψ Ω
ΫΪ© ΩΨ§Ω Ψ Ω
Ψ΄Ψ±ΩΨ¨ Ω Ψ¨Ψ§Ψ±ΩΩ ΩΫΨ§Ψ² Ψ―Ψ§Ψ±Ω
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I tell others what upsets me, but they keep doing it. Gradually, I start to dislike the person because of that behavior.
Music is one of the things that brings peace to my life.
Ψ±ΩΨ§ΩΫΩ ΪΨ΄Ω
Ψ§Ϋ Ω
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β―I keep little things because they remember what I forget.
They say that if the glass is full, it is a drop
If the water is poured, it will be a sea of water
He doesn't care because his capacity is full.
This is a story of patience and sadness
And happiness and trust are many of us.
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