Awake.
Why did I ……wake up?
as this person who can not see sunshine.
Want to breathe my last breath to beg
for this bed named “Cloudy”
to swallow my existence.
Come on!
Just disappear,
Zombielike me.
………
Awake again.
Why?
Where is the end of this torment?
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