Overcoming Death-Like Pallor And Exhaustion Comments

Any given day, there is some violence or contempt destroying the desired joy we all hope to achieve;
There's cold ugliness and abandonment on callous streets where love vanishes and hope retreats;
Perhaps, one day we'll die in an unforeseen moment and pedestrians will walk over our bodies like discarded trash;
every kiss comes to an unwelcomed conclusion and every sacred memory is doomed to the outskirt corners of the past;
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