

The End of SufferingThe Creation of The End of SufferingThe End of Suffering
"I cannot hear you sad!"
Cursed with the sensitivity. Bloody sensitivity. It was impossible to get away in this world without constantly being irritated by the horrible way people feel.
Suffering. That was the most devestating sound. Little vibratoes of blame emerging from the tiny delicate strings that formed the vocal chords. Frustration, anger - problems. They all had problems. One at a time, they would make a sound, or a moan, that would disturbe the peace.
'Can't they just be... HAPPY. Happy! I want all of them HAPPY'.
At first he tried to make them feel


I have lost my will to liveI have lost my will to live. I have nothing more to give.I have lost my will to live
This life I have is so full of pain. My face is always plain.
I'm ready to die,
this is not a lie.
I can't cry these feelings out,
my soul is yelling HELP! out loud.
Help? What is it?
It's a stranger to me. I'm in a constant danger.
I don't want anything but death,
I wanna stay out of the earth.
Life is not worth living. This is the only reason I'm giving.
The reason of my long wanted suicide. My everlasting freedom.
Wri
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Stay, or don't stay.. Come around, and join my party.. Come,
rub the salt in my wounds..
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Stay, or don't stay.. Come around, and join my party.. Come,
rub the salt in my wounds..
thank you very much for the nice words, I'm glad you like my work
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But I, being poor, have only my dreams
I have spread my dreams beneath your feet
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
(William Butler Yeats)
Greetings to Israel from Poland
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♥ Paint pictures with my camera...-Junie-♥
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"I was angered for I had no shoes, but then i saw a man with no feet"
I also had to click 'browse' when I clicked on your gallery to view the shots.
Maybe contact DA for further information because this can be a problem to expose your art to wider range of viewers [most people won't click 'browse'].
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