Insecurity and the desire to control, the sickness of human soul, playing around like a seesaw, while the living sickness is creating the deathly jigsaw.
The crammer of arguments are cramming in the dirt ridden beautified rationalized justified straw hold of sickening living.
All the havingssssss are nothing but lost in Galaxy for some other day in time to formulate to make the life again, a serene living.
The goodness that shows like serene beauty are sprinkles clouded by the sickness seesaw, and the deathly jigsaw.
All waiting to evolve some day....... to a new dawn ......when a new fawn will stroll the planet in fearless stroll to hold the serenity of living to which it belong, and has been waiting for long.
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