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the dead flowers in the garden of my soul are multiplying day by day...
the world is blue...the black feelings...
my heart is hurting...the others are dead. they didn`t fed their souls and intelectual.
the desire to understand and it`s incapibility to do so has dried me up of my powers...
the flowers are turning into black...
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