file.1369;『 The Secret Bitter 』


        i struggled to realize prayer in reality.

        god does not notice me.
        even if i cry in a voice not to carry many times,
        it cannot become words..

        mainly the wish that form does not have undermines me.
        where should i have stopped it?
        though i looked back,
        my story did not have the intermission.

        on the other side of the door,
        another scenery is not loaded.
        when somebody grieved over own helpless,
        i finally noticed that my life was over.
        what should i have done..?

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