Anywhere and everywhere I go, I feel that cruelty in people's face... I don't know what's going on... Their cruel faces got nailed on The image of life... Although my shallow knowledge About reading people's faces, but I'm sure and I'm very sure That these faces got turned into that Cruel shape for some reasons... Cruelty is harder than the hard rock itself Simply because they should pretty anytime... They are the fronts of all people anytime...... ______________________________________________________________________
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