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Engraved Somewhat is Never Healer, but...

I wish everybody could be happy, as well as I want to be.
But I neither could be gentle nor kind to anybody. Neither I could be perfect.


Great oppotunity could never fall like raindrops to me, neither from now on, only it is just reasonable lesson.


Probably anybody must have some stung memory and flashback, and any children, any youth could be vulnerably delicate, but they could never survive only in feeling to its fragility, eventually anybody is obliged to get own tact in needed tactics by own judging.


Anybody wants to have inappropriate reaction evaded, even if we endevor, something else irresistibly comes up to the one.


Probably world itself could never switch all now holding trouble, coz from the beginning world itself must have been in contradictory equilibrium, then anybody could be equilibrist on tightrope netted all around the world, after all all creature's survival means it, even our pain in the neck like virus could be so, desperately needing niche.


Truly stigmatic flashback could never be removed nor confessed so easily, that's what 
each is.


Nobody can get all what the one wants. Though it must never be so feasible and nothing could never be met and satisfied so enough, in this buffer zone, we can have some chance to get secured niche.


Once upon a time, one great unit was singing, boy, you're gonna carry that weight, but quality of it is each distinct, nobody could be tangible in understanding other one's trauma. Hence we could never negate even our sneaky pretentiousnessp, anybody unconsciously mobilizes it either.


If someone could express only purified applauding message to all people in no solution of the one's injury, the one's life could be unimaginably tough, otherwise, the one's death could be so close.


Very sunny shined daytime is cruelly joyful and gay to all broken hearted ones' spending in ordinary life. They could be easy and getting peace in stormily cloudy days.


Aging and senilty must provide equivalence in living together to all the other one.
Though I want to break its law, that is only left passion to me, either.


What is humanism? 
What is personal fortune, or happiness?


That question must never be answered by anybody.
But keeping questioning to own mind could mean so much.


What only each today can tel me, and what only I can reply and react to the telling are crossed together, there would be my soul, anybody can wish and hope to each tomorrow.


Also today, I only do it as honest as possible.
(May. 25th. 2020)