Why?what makes us different from everybody?
Why have all people from all times have had the need to express their feelings through different ways that end up being the same ones in different forms?
Why do some people feel like writting all day?
Why do some people feel like drawing all day?
Why do some people feel like playing an instrument all day?
Why do some people feel like making an sculpture all day?
Why am I writting this right now?...
Because we all have a soul, because as long as we feel we are alive
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“Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.”
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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“Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.”
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
It's just a random prose I found in my notebook . I trasnlated it to english
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“Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.”
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Let him who hath understanding reckon the number of the beast, for it is a human number.His number is six hundred and sixty six
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