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One who can feel can feel wonders things. Things that can be assimilating life changing, things that can be assimilating wonderful, things that are happiness and love. But at any given moment all those wonders things can die. Die like a beautiful sunshine in a cloudy thunderous rainy day. All those wonders things turn into darkness,sadness, unbearably hard things. All the happiness turned into grief, pain and misery. The world turns upside down, you see the bad in anything and everything. You see all the bad things occurring like a bad dream that is never ending. It repeats itself, one thing after another, back to back. While all those bad things are occuring you're keeping your head up high, High like the beautiful sun that is peeking through all the thunderous loathsome. There is still hope and there is still happiness peaking through. Then comes the time the thunderstorm gets tired and all worned out and can’t fight no longer, It gives up. It gives up all the misery and pain. Then the reappears of the sun is gradually appearing. Just like the sun you feel warmth and happiness and you shine high High like the beautiful sun that shines up high and bright at every finale thunderstorm. The cloudy dark, miserable clouds turn into sunshine and happiness. All the misery regrowths to peace of mind, happiness and love. Once again you feel like you again! And finally can feel a those wonders things all over again!
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