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    I used to have a dream which turned into shards of mirrorglass before those before me... I have mistaken and crawling alone on a street covered in blood and misery. The pile of words brought hopelessness to the deathbed of low frequency that turned my soul into a thin fluid translucid silent misticity forgotten for the time. All good deeds were burried under the soil of evil behavior and no matter how nothing ever made a change. An attempt for recovery made it all for a trial of struggle and hardship while an attempt of illness would drag it all worse and worse for worrying blisses all around me. The hopelessness of the untrusted and the guilty is the worst feeling of them all, so said my mind beautifully covered in fear and blame waiting for the eternal night to possibly end  at some point. This is a moment of conscious black realism all deeds were for nothing and I am worth nothing right now.
  For this I thank all readers and for a while this blog will ot receive any update till my mind gets at least a little bit later as not to kill every spark of light I set into some place or another. I have to pay with discouragement and low thoughts for all my wrong in thought and fact and thus I will not darken the wings of destiny with my pain for I wish that soon I might mount them again and fly towards the stars.....