In this feeling of human happiness, there is a trail of indecisive feeling

It’s a hasty craftsmanship that sculpts an incoherent crown as a burden

Exquisitely crafted to seduce the eyes as suspiciously cut precious stones glitter

Compensating for the hollowness and unpleasurable labyrinth of insolence

Laurels of this happiness appear lustreless and weigh on the distressed soul

Vacant eyes aren’t dazzled by the aggrandized display of insincere emotions


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