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    How can we get to our innermost, hidden world, stripped to the bone, when an orphaned, crying little child whines and whines inside us and does not allow us to lie to ourselves in the mean, mean, useless way of adults?! As hunted, outcast savages, we wade through our tumultuous, warlike, stagnant life and what would have been available; the fire-flare of superstitious, flirtatious smiles, the immortal consummation of all things in love is no longer good for hiding or shelter, since it lost its budding, gracious charm a long time ago.

    Beautified, idyllic dreams chase us into airy, damp ditches, yawning ravines and piles chased into traps. Approaching, snarling wolf packs lie in wait, then stealthily and boldly attack. - We have withered into wimps for a long time! It's no longer worth fighting for useless, pointless career dreams! At the same time, we deliberately hesitate, we stumble - we are surrounded by a million changes of colors of sneaky, faith-breaking promises and pretense.

    The shrewd intelligence of the declarative mind can only be shown in exceptional people. In this brutal Hyena Age, which is harmful to the core, when the spark-opening, creative light of free thoughts and ideas dwindles and fades, the Hangman-Time executes the thinkers and news-telling prophets one after the other! Our agonizing loneliness, our defiant rock-responsibility can never be resolved! Those who once really loved us with sincere hearts are now wretchedly, with helpless earthly stupidity, wasting away not only the shackles of love, but even their children are easily denied and disowned. A home-shelter with a brighter light should be created on cold, icy nights!

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