No point in repeating my words.
Your eyes,
your words,
your look,
Just you.
Hope you're fine.
No poem, just feelings.
Dumb, useless feelings.
It doesn't hurt no more.
Just emptiness.
The void.
I miss the feeling.
The pointless feeling.
According to the Renaissance world picture, life was like a wheel of fortune, where you are sometimes up and sometimes down. You just have to remember that when you are up you will eventually come down (to take measures accordinlgy, not to be pessimistic) and when you are down you will not stay there forever, you WILL get on top. In this site entries of the sort will be posted.
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