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       I'm getting ripe:  and:  in the last time: I don't yearn
to offend the people: who give oneself anxiously:   to just one
field: in my middle age I arrived to opinion: that:     life is
short: even for tones of one color:
       But: I can't leave my own interdisciplinarity.
       :Even though I had to admit  - it come from gnawing feel
of underestimation: which tortures the poor one:    (if he will
not start self-healing by silence)     :whenever he talks about
himself.
       Some more tossed egos: comes to this wounded disenchant:
shortly after the first child drawings already:      the others
singers are possessed by coloring later: in senior age:   there
are also those: who don't want throw themself to different    -
they siply stay wounded and underrated only - it:  "I will show
you!" :will not evolve in them: but:  surely:    in every form:
I don't like this: when I observed this on others      - and on
myself - it horrified me so much. No.
       I hope: I will initiate a kindly symbiosis here.
       I will try to make every effort to achieve it:



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