there is nothing called dark .. we create it ... human life is very very simple ... we try to screw it ...
the artist dies when we are too relaxed.//and when a lover gets her sight back, she forgets how to love...may be!
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the artist dies when we are too relaxed.//
and when a lover gets her sight back, she forgets how to love...
may be!
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