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Don’t judge a book by its cover or is it dissatisfaction? I would never know. The complexity of human nature is quite charming.

We definitely do not want to be in our own shoes. Others’ bacon is always more inviting. The reason to all this is our cute sense of fantasizing. “Sympathy” is a mortifying perception of inability to change or rather control our lives. “We wear masks” is truthfully the story of making do and playing nice about it. The other poem, “Richard Cory”, is not as harsh yet it tells another tale of this nature in a rather Hemingway sort. You keep wanting to be the character till the moment he kills himself. Every desire ceases from there and is replaced by shock and disbelief. Only one person would feel kind of relieved at the end: the one of jealous nature. Life is complicated but with humans in it becomes a tangled labyrinth. The question is whether there is anything of importance in the center.
Originally written on 17th November 2014
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The mentioned poems in this piece of writing are as follows:
“Richard Cory” by Edwin Arlington Robinson
“We Wear the Mask” by Paul Laurence Dunbar
“Sympathy” by Paul Laurence Dunbar