Our headaches are infinite and Unlimited anywhere and everywhere Simply because there are many reasons Behind them... If we count our headaches or the source Of our headaches, then We will get new headaches... We might be firstly the first source of Our headaches willingly or unwillingly Simply because we interfere with everyone And everything with or without any reasons... Our environment in which we live in Is another source for those headaches anytime... We are within those ugly circles of Our headaches... We are surrounded and we are even besieged by A lot of those ugly headaches... It is impossible to get ourselves out of Our headaches as long as we are amid this Ugly life in which we live in... Our whole is contaminated with many sources To our headaches, so We only got stuck with an unfamiliar life of Ugly and absurd headaches... _____________________________________________________________________
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If we count our headaches or the source Of our headaches, then We will get new headaches... fantastic collocation, I like this statement verymuch. Very nicely envisioned and presented. Many thanks for sharing.