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Though the world is sweet, it is still no less bitter, hideous. Though I am suffering, no one seems to answer, to bother. Painful and wicked world. Full of horrible tragedies. Full of ugliness. A man can and shall not undergo such calamities. I can not simply understand, that why, might I suffer? A lovely, sweet world seems so far away. Like an escaped dream which wishes no return. An utopia would free me and everyone from all this pain and horribleness. But no such utopia exists, not even in our very dreams. We are all slaves, peasants, of our time. A horrible, ugly thought, yet we can not escape from this experience. And sadly, we are by our happy mindsets deluded to assume that it is not very dangerous, tragic. That time will heal and somehow strengthen us. And despite the undisputable truth that we are screwed, we continue, hopeful, to believe in the same old tales. 

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AnonymBruker skrev (3 timer siden):

Hvorfor ikke skrive på norsk?

Anonymkode: 12317...a92

Because norsk suger mer enn et sugerør 

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AnonymBruker skrev (1 time siden):

Gir hvertfall mer mening enn diktene dine på norsk 😀

Anonymkode: 3997c...371

That was the intention. Now I can sleep happily and, nevertheless, joyfully.

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GammelLurker skrev (4 timer siden):

Though the world is sweet, it is still no less bitter, hideous. Though I am suffering, no one seems to answer, to bother. Painful and wicked world. Full of horrible tragedies. Full of ugliness. A man can and shall not undergo such calamities. I can not simply understand, that why, might I suffer? A lovely, sweet world seems so far away. Like an escaped dream which wishes no return. An utopia would free me and everyone from all this pain and horribleness. But no such utopia exists, not even in our very dreams. We are all slaves, peasants, of our time. A horrible, ugly thought, yet we can not escape from this experience. And sadly, we are by our happy mindsets deluded to assume that it is not very dangerous, tragic. That time will heal and somehow strengthen us. And despite the undisputable truth that we are screwed, we continue, hopeful, to believe in the same old tales. 

Hvorfor synes du ikke det gir noen mening?

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