My White Chrysanthemum
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People express their emotion in a different ways.
Poet writes poem,
Painter paints,
Singer sings,
Lyricist put it into the lyrics,
Others write it in their diaries or just keep it inside,
While some openly say it.
This is a Story Within a Story.
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loneliness
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