❝ The atmosphere was getting heavier, the air somewhat looked breaking in despair. Nothing would ever save me from its embrace; through my eyes, you could see ignorance lapping in a mournful face. One cold night under the rage of a severe snowstorm, instinctual desperation came just like it's a norm―trying to save the vessel without acknowledging the right way to conform. See? It jumbled everything completely! Wrecked walls of façade―etiquette, and messy bed of expression―far from being eloquent. Nothing of these is good to be excellent, but these will only make us deficient. ❞



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