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In the eyes of an unwell man, everything sparkles. Everything is full of joy and happiness. No pain exist in his world. No room for sorrow or loss. They say that he's crazy, but he's just happy. A kind of happiness that no one appreciates and often judged by many. He looks at the world as if there's no suffering around him. He smiles. A smile that only an unwell man can do. He doesn't care what others may think of him, he has his own world. The only world he truly loves to live in.
He doesn't think of death. He doesn't think about anything. He only enjoys the world that only his eyes can see.
My unwell man, you are often misunderstood, but still, you don't give a damn. My heart swells with joy for you because you have everything even though it looks like you have nothing. You are complete. You are you.