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There is no perfectness

there are only pursuits to achieve it

There is no beauty

there is only imaginary image of it

Some say

You won’t avoid this feeling

that is more important than living

and better is to die and stop to feel

The shutter told me

to resist it and start this fight again

but demons of the past make me

to dream a dream under the spell

It is like a broken piece of glass

drilling into your guts

just to stole your beloved from you

They feed with your love

they drink juices of your work

The curtain has fallen down

but they know it is vital

to trust and to feel

to rise up and try

try, until it works.