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The heavy chips of years weigh on my chest. Maybe they alone can know the Truth. I would plunge my face into the volt, because I can hardly have anything to do with the Van - he is afraid - anymore. Who can live in my prolific, tachycardic heart, which could have carried so many false diseases and ominous heart attacks?!

I wonder when the invisible One will take the gracious fatigue to not only wave over my life, but to send someone as a truthful witness who rightfully protects, comforts, and uplifts.

Out there, one can always know that the unworthy Present is rushing over one's head. It's a ruthless game of chance, the media and social space are full of false promises. No wonder most of them have been brainwashed a long time ago. So far, people and history have rarely been able to learn from the praise of losers!

Cryptic faces show the unmistakable, furrowed features of crow's feet. Hiding, flirtatious glances, summer rose strands hold shameless revelations. Why does Time exist if you turn the pages separately in each case?!

Of course, it would be better to cocoon away from everyone for a lifetime, even serenading your loved one with the sounds of a silkworm or a whale, which of course no one else understands! Why is it that the one with wildly flapping washed-out wings is the most vulnerable here?! "Even I couldn't stand such a drastic change: I have to roll and drag my Sisyphus stones behind me all at the same time."

It would be nice to find a safe way out with someone and hold on before it's too late!