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CHANGE


I always lived in a dream where castles and unicorns are real. Where rainbows end has its treasures while the droplets of rain have its color depending on the atmosphere of the world. The places in my dream always have its unique beauty for every community in each society appreciate each other's own uniqueness and see it as a gift while preserving as if it is almost extinct.

That was my dream oh I never thought that having that dream would be such a relief from all the stress and pain. The world is changing, and humanity has become a mad-man. All seeking for power and greatness,  only few of humanity now realize and appreciate the true essence of living.

 

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