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2024-10-29 19:42:56Like a flower that loses its beauty; so is the present that is happening to the whole country.
Darkness forces beauty to mourn, darkening the happy atmosphere without being prevented. Gloom, that's all that's left.
An eclipse comes between freezing snows. However, it actually lasted longer in retaliation for the delay.
They said the darkness was created by a child. Dark and terrible poems about it began to surface.
The girl fell like drops of rain from above the horror. She stood like a haughty tower in the distance. She limped in a gray cloud, like dawn breathing death.
Someone once said in a tone like being watched by the darkness itself; her body winced, like stepping on embers of silence in the darkness that was painful.
They said the girl had a sad sigh. The past without burden has become a memory, she said, missing it feels like a thirst for blood. Now the cruelty of maturity is a problem.
People ask themselves: how does all thi
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