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a wintry sky and the broken streetlight cold wind.
unknown shadow the footprint of desertion.
freedom was taken.

if it wakes up a gloomy ceiling.
a laughing voice sinks in the eardrum it is soiled.
and violence rapes me.

An understanding is impossible.
Why was I chosen? Someone should answer...

Please answer me it is a horrible dream.
How much should I shout, writhe and suffer?
Please tell me it is a horrible dream.
I shouted many times with losing voice.
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