“Reality is too cruel and too brutal. It won’t allow me to even have a dream. When I imagine the future, the tears come again”.
“Where should I go? Even if there is no answer, if I write, at least I’ll feel better. I’m in need of a helping hand but I can neither see nor reach it. Facing the darkness, all you hear are the echoes of my broken words…”
- 1 litre of tears
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