If I can fix a dog's tail, then I can fix everything around me, A dog's tail never stops moving Right or left permanently, A world, that is overburdened with A lot of thorns and with a lot of Problems, can not be fixed Because it has got rotten and it Has got rusty for ever, I would like to fix myself, everything, And anything around me for good, but I find it difficult all the time to do so, Things are out of control, so Fixing them becomes useless Because all is over.
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