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my darkness is mine
who arrived quietly near it
my tears
my shadow tears
are just mine
I suppose i don't want to give them away
life is something like a lonely one way road
so...
in its deepest dress
> no, we aren't lonely
life shouldn't be shared
> it's not true life must be shared... if not there no sense
i don't agree:
smiles, some suffering, some moments
even precious moments
could beshared
but
none can really feel your inner crying
sometimes
and that cry
is individual
is a slice of your soul that you can only share with yourself
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there was, i think, a dot more.. in this way the sense changes completely. i said It's not true. Life must be shared.
i really think that if i don't share my life, at least in its little things, precious little moments, it's like i wouldn't really live. not all, and most of all not with everyone, but i want, i need, to share what i live with people which are important to me.
for the rest you're right, our inner and deepest darkness is just for us.
just silent and a quiet smile to say "you know, if you want you know i'm there".
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