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Soul exhaust
In English we say "I'm tired of life "
But in poetry we say "My colorful palette is now dulled and dry, my music remain with a lost rhythm, hope's rays struggle to descend...The mirror shows a vessel of who I once was"
But in poetry we say "My colorful palette is now dulled and dry, my music remain with a lost rhythm, hope's rays struggle to descend...The mirror shows a vessel of who I once was"
