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May 2021
Would you beat the filth out of me?
If I asked you, please...
Would you make me worthy?

Could you Save me from myself and this sickening truth that's too ugly?

An invention, this dragon fighting me,
An invention the devil...  

   God likes us chopped by these chosen.
I Will turn into their nightmare and haunt them
As... they disturbed me.
        They chopped me.

I'll forgive them, if I can.
If not, I' ll have to chop them.
With what (soul) should I forgive
                                                                        ?
With which (heart) could I forget
Theodora Oniceanu
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Theodora Oniceanu
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   Dark Dream
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