no wonder you were shutting the sliding doors behind you , now i am sitting in your place , and i shut the doors behind me , sitting in this rectangular room that could've been a beautiful terrace with flower pots all around , connecting the beautiful newly revived garden outside with this terrace-should be room . Shutting the doors in front of every meaningless scream , quarrels , and in front of the depression of this ugly hypocrite world . It could have been a beautiful terrace , not a room of addiction to sleeping , and realizing the dormant wishes inside you while you on bed .
A sleep is only beautiful when it is a need for pushing the tiredness and exhaustion , not as a door of escaping pain or fighting .
But , in every ugly appearance , there is a story of sacrifice , compromising and pain , which makes a tragedy a beautiful story .
We are good people because of these two good people who quarrel every now and then , isn't that a tragic fact and a beautiful story ?
A sleep is only beautiful when it is a need for pushing the tiredness and exhaustion , not as a door of escaping pain or fighting .
But , in every ugly appearance , there is a story of sacrifice , compromising and pain , which makes a tragedy a beautiful story .
We are good people because of these two good people who quarrel every now and then , isn't that a tragic fact and a beautiful story ?
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