There are scars and bruises, holes and dirts on the floor of my little room.My guests,friends,visitors,and relatives don't know of these things.
As I hide all these shameful spots
under the most beautiful carpet of my choice.All praise the carpet,its vivid color,floral panorama,its warmth and softness that they feel when they stand on it,I laugh, ,but my
wounds unseen bleed,nobody knows
about it,the gravest wounds of this earth are in human hearts,Nobody sees those spots from outside.
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