Insanity
old_jolly2
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No one is going to understand them , no one is going to help them , appointing the loneliness as a life philosophy , everyday sleeping holding to loneliness : Insanity is the king inside the living people...
Insanity is secrecy , may be a life secret you think only you know. A very important secret , however if you aim to explain it your tongue won't move , the words will not come together... But you still know it...
Insanity is doing good , because insanes are heavy losers... Insanes are deeply hurt , so they won't care about giving people something...
Insanity is rushing beyond every answer , saying , "I'm not actually this" , making themselves more asocial , more private. Privacy means isolation from the society and pain. Pain makes people more crazy. In a contradiction like this , the insanes are...
The main sources of insanity are different... Usually a lost life essence , a lost oppurtunity for life ( itself ) , a lost fortune ( this is not very common ) and a lost of right to an answer...
Insanity is humiliation too... Insanity is what a child , hungry for love , could find in a battle field. Insanity is what a person hungry for fun could find amongst the people who have spoilt it... Insanity is what is to be found by the one inside the life , who is raised in discipline... Insanity is what an angel-hearted one can find inside the words of people who are certain that life is no other than what they have experienced. A poet who harvests sea for love , insanity is what he will find when he is not understood and deemed as heartless by the one he loves... Insanity is not reading somebody's eyes and suffering , insanity is a name , discourage , the fuse for all people , is the moment whey wait for to share their dreams they make when they are lonely , with their loved ones , is the special people's voices unspoken , trying to tell their world is larger than what it seems , is the thin-sliced hearts of people hopelessly screaming that the good is not dead ; Insanity is a name , in my lonely room , in my loneliness , thinking what I have lost for more than a year , is my effort to reason the slap I can not reason why I got , from the one I loved...
I am the Insanity...
For all those who know the truth of good....
With respect...
Insanity is secrecy , may be a life secret you think only you know. A very important secret , however if you aim to explain it your tongue won't move , the words will not come together... But you still know it...
Insanity is doing good , because insanes are heavy losers... Insanes are deeply hurt , so they won't care about giving people something...
Insanity is rushing beyond every answer , saying , "I'm not actually this" , making themselves more asocial , more private. Privacy means isolation from the society and pain. Pain makes people more crazy. In a contradiction like this , the insanes are...
The main sources of insanity are different... Usually a lost life essence , a lost oppurtunity for life ( itself ) , a lost fortune ( this is not very common ) and a lost of right to an answer...
Insanity is humiliation too... Insanity is what a child , hungry for love , could find in a battle field. Insanity is what a person hungry for fun could find amongst the people who have spoilt it... Insanity is what is to be found by the one inside the life , who is raised in discipline... Insanity is what an angel-hearted one can find inside the words of people who are certain that life is no other than what they have experienced. A poet who harvests sea for love , insanity is what he will find when he is not understood and deemed as heartless by the one he loves... Insanity is not reading somebody's eyes and suffering , insanity is a name , discourage , the fuse for all people , is the moment whey wait for to share their dreams they make when they are lonely , with their loved ones , is the special people's voices unspoken , trying to tell their world is larger than what it seems , is the thin-sliced hearts of people hopelessly screaming that the good is not dead ; Insanity is a name , in my lonely room , in my loneliness , thinking what I have lost for more than a year , is my effort to reason the slap I can not reason why I got , from the one I loved...
I am the Insanity...
For all those who know the truth of good....
With respect...
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