Today is the end of the month of November. We have flashbacks of the Indian Summer. We love the sunshine we had in November, which make us remember of our mathematician soul and thankful for the cure against autism.
The morning is hard to get up,
when the sunshine shines outside,
because the parents do not want to get up,
and take care of their children outside.
The impact is very hard to bear,
because no one want to suffer,
the loss of a shelter because no one can bear,
the beauty of those that suffer.
There is the internal suffering,
of seeing the destruction of what you love,
because of course the suffering,
is about the liberty you cherrish and love.
So, now you know what is the verdict,
you have what belongs to you,
and that is to know about the verdict
today about what you personally know as you.
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