Mirrors compose a site of being recognized...sublimely in the ruins..seconds pass...life extremes.the former pledge..lied delinquintly on your forhead..treasures plainly falter as life unfolds....know one reconciles with your thoughts....as it is you against the world...the internal tradgedy awakens...racing ones heartbeat against the stethescope....time is ticking..as the clocks hand reaches plight...again and again there's neverthemore reasons you could realize what life has in store...the dark is gory as night howels at the moon....morning is like a sunflower bloom..rain catches the due of nature life...but the mother of it changes her moods...trees abundantly send a breeze towards the sky..when will the internal tradgedy stop I reply...."Once the Revelations Begin..never mind it has already started".
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