For all I know about rules to live
I make myself belive my real life is a fiction
All the hard feelings with me are invisible
They don't actually exist
I don't look at people just as I expect them to be
I will let them free
I try to make every day of mine sound like a comed
I put a little belief in the people I like a lot
A little, that is important
because life is a gift, after all

wabi sabi

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