You realize how much I suffer just like those who come to shake your hand at funerals.
Deeply sad in the morning, complaining to the waiter about cold soup in the afternoon.
Read these lines. They already read you.
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You realize how much I suffer just like those who come to shake your hand at funerals.
Deeply sad in the morning, complaining to the waiter about cold soup in the afternoon.
So much punch with so little words, capturing first the lack of understanding of others, then how we translate our emotions to others in the second.
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Thank you for your kind words:)
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