The more we love,
the more the object of our love seems to be to be a victim!
I don't like people who have never fallen or stumbled.
Their virtue is lifeless and it isn't of much value.
Life hasn't revealed its beauty to them...
Yet the order of the act is planned
And the end of the way inescapable.
Am alone; all drowns in the Pharisees' hypocrisy.
To live your life is not as simple as to cross a field.
One day Lara went out and did not come back...
died or vanished somewhere
forgotten as a nameless number
on a list which was afterwards mislaid!
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