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While Tears won’t be Drouth a.

People's mind constantly so nonchalantly forgotten. In it, anybody has no remorseful.


Anybody must be busy at keeping own survival so assured, that's so irresistible.
But, day by day, somewhere in this globe, someone is in the verge of desperate crisis or critically optional, dead or alive.


After all, anybody is just midst harsh surviving race in no taking care of any other one but the one.


Newsreport is only following time running order and very materially telling only facts, it won't have nothing to do with personal commitment. 


Everything could be riding on some regularly carried running, but some matters are constantly caught by some impressively noticed topical subjective item, but another is never so noticed.


In the end, probably anyone must be awakened from our worldly unwritten law and do everything by the oneself, and merely tries to assimilate the one with some seen regulatory running. Not concerned with the running properness.


Every tears could be put way or put back to forgotten past.



Though occasionally, we might have some gaze to not reported every forgotten truth and as ever present sure object.


Some of them could have been given unnecessary pity, mercy, another grudge, anger, hatred. Anyway, tears must have been given to anyplace.
Occasionally, before tears won't be drouth.  



Hey, there you, look around any flat horizon now you can confirm occasionally. 



Your standing position will tell you some gratified significance.


Be heard every silent voice from any corner or field in this globe, so carefully and easily.


And calm it down from all heard voices into chewed another reference.



Tears must never quit its running, but chewing the truth is able to be done. As much as possible, do it while tears won't be drouth.





May. 26th.   2023