I know, you loved the rains, because you were used to it, in the country where you live, it rains like twine almost every season, to hide the crying of your eyes. You've never been warmed by the way you cried for years saying "I couldn't warm to this place, this country, this land, these wild hands" and the way you used to live in a calculated life and to make tens of valuable close friends.
Besides, the heavy impact of a deep, melancholic inwardness with thoughts was not enough to put you to sleep even when you lay your head on the pillow. Except for a few people you trusted, your heart was constantly raining with your tears. You talk little, think much, worry a lot, feel sorry for every object, even when you feel the feeling of a painful hurt. He believes every word spoken, evaluates; you would either accept after you were wrong or after a positive result. You count everyone with the same simple heart, and you are so enlightened that you can make everyone feel the vibration of trust, sincerity, friendship, closeness of heart, benevolence, elegance, delicacy, and deep bitterness in your heart.
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That's why you were broken, sighing a thousand times in agony. Who hurt you, you counted one by one, each time in tears. That unique soul with a deep and sensitive feeling was still very respectful despite tons of sadness. Your looks would tell you again, lilacs that describe your smell would bloom in those sad smiles. There was no pen, no brush, no sculptor, no brain on earth to describe them. Only a few people may have been aware of this, listening to you without judgment or questioning.
The one who can feel the pain you suffer while listening, who can read these feelings in your eyes, who knows the reason for the storms that broke and broke in your heart. You were a great person, a being that should never have been hurt. They hurt you, you will be hurt more and more, you had no place They broke you like a frosted glass. They were smashed, the heart poured out of their eyes. There was sadness in you, there was pain in you, there was grief in your eyes that anyone who knows how to look will be aware, there was pain in your hands, in your joints, in the sky that goes to silence.
The pain was great inside, in every color, accompanied by daily chores, everyone made you sad instead of loving you. The unscrupulous ones had bestowed tears on his heart, which had all the graces of that delicacy. Her tears had every color in her big heart. The pain in his heart was a burden; on your shoulder, your body, your memory, your beautiful heart. With the effect of these pains everywhere, silence, sleeping, lying, reading, resting and feeling, the pain that did not go away, was inhabited in those thin dimpled eyes, only pains were derived from the pain.
These, one after another, had broken his body, his self and his great soul. Life had consumed you in a single sentence. The tears that run over your pain and finish you off. However, you have never done anything wrong, because your heart created you only by showing the greatness of being an ordinary person in the sympathy of your own simplicity of soul.
You lived and left with this being! Knowing what life is, but sad in tears. But knowing where you stand! This must be the Tears of Pain! To be hurt! Your share was only to be hurt.
