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To be isolated is one of the greatest dreams,

As it is easy for all to be free and become what no one will ever be.

Making mistakes with absolutely no criticism,

Fill the air with the noises of smiles. 

But human beings do not think this way,

They contemplate about the negativity of life,

Surround themselves with dark souls and no light...

"Why? Why does this always happen to me..." They ask.

Their bodies and minds become anxious...

Beat down into bloody situations...

Struggle for their own satisfaction...

Crawling to survive...

It doesn't need to come from money or a crush.

No one ever said it was difficult to embrace.

We just never welcomed it enough.

Happiness.

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