As my illness goes into remission and
sanity is understood,
only various forms of despair emerge.

Why do I cry?

I will know, that there is no creature
on earth more cruel than human.

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India gentle people

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The days ticking like clockwork, and I'm like the wind to it.
The dream I always see, the self I can't grasp.
A journey beyond Amelia.
To the iridescent bare skin.

Woman!
O moonlight, tonight I shall become a withered leaf, like a dancer soaring to the heavens.

Forgetting time, I leave this country from which I can never return, even though I know I will not fulfil my wish.

Woman!
O moonlight, tonight I shall become a withered leaf, like a dancer soaring to the heavens.

Let us be withered leaves like dancers!
Woman.

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Like a dry dream, the adoration of falling in love with someone and being drawn back to unrequited tenderness.
The pretence draws a fragile golden arc in your heart.
No matter how many tears you wipe away with your torn heart, there is no end.

Woman!
Shall we be dead leaves with me tonight, like dancers soaring to the heavens in the moonlight?

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Even if you hate me, I will protect you. Because you are important to me.

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I wanna going to India!

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I am self-employed at work, even though I have an illness that cannot be fully cured.
I have recovered better than before.
Thankfully.

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I am resting care for my illness.
The birds voice outside the window are beautiful.
The bed is tepid by my temperature .
Time passes quietly.

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Due to unavoidable circumstances, I am taking a long breaking from social networks.
Look for Bitter Voice on Facebook.
If possible, become friends.

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Please don’t worry be happy!

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