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 I must erase the image where the ugly was drawn.

I thought Actually ugliness is also good and it seems to be given rise to a point,
That is the greatness.
I was walking in the same road bag carrying the same for so long
Was thinking that it will happen the miracle
And  Somewhere it becomes itself the warm picture.
Eventually,
where the words are heavier than the melody in the ear
That changes the image drawn in the heart,
The songs are humming.
Searching for ways without conflict.
Then I left the picture in the same courtyard
And climb to
Uphill
An awkward road.
Inconvenient roads also make life easier.

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