The blue days of mine. The collection of lyrics

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Do you understand me?

Well, Impressionism was a wonderful work. So naive, so young and funny in its vision of the world through the prism of other people's opinions. However, almost no one understood it. Unfortunately, they saw in it an insignificant and uninteresting work. But Impressionism just reflected the light that shone on it from those who read it. You may ask, what makes me think that? Well, I have many examples and many new haters. Once I published a poem from the book with the meaning that sounds like people always get punished for their ignorant words and deeds. How did people react to this? They called me a wretched scribbler throwing pathetic words. Are they right? I don't know. But now I realize that the things I put my whole soul into are worthless. They are not needed or understood by anyone. It doesn't matter what language I write in, I still seem like a stranger to them. The concept of a new collection of my lyrics manifests itself. It's about misunderstanding.

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Betrayal, money, fame and karma.

What a typical plot of a painful drama.

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