Love starts at the fifth tick of the second hand, notice it after five days, develops in five months and expires in five years. tolerable number of strikes.., five. Tolerable number of mistakes.., five it's THE RULE OF FIFTHS.

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Sadness
Dooms and darks of the world cover me. The shadows of unearthly fates flash before my eyes. My heart is so heavy that it can hardly pump yet it feels so empty. My eyes are wet and tired, deep and blank. My muscles are slightly shaking. They are weak and exhausted. my body is overworked, dog tired perhaps. My head is full of undefined thoughts. Paranoia. My lungs can hardly respire. I can hardly breathe. My lips can hardly speak because when they do, fluid form behind my eyes and starts to flow. I see the bright blue sky to be gray and getting grayer. The humid breeze gently touches my dry skin and slowly whispers to my ears the sound of silence. I feel the world's emptiness. The gloomy and cold outside sinks in and chills me to the bones. Next thing I notice, nobody is with me, no one. It is empty with smiles and laughters, empty of voices and hums. What is the vicinity then? Dark clouds and wet ground.


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