Confuse the distant interstellar message
Fragment 53. 😇❤️
Hello, Dear Man, Good day!
You write nice words to me and always thank you. You know, my hope for a positive future has consumed my strength, and the future no longer creates for me. I am no longer today, only the queen of no one. Let the beauty of my soul be trampled under their feet by those whom my soul loves. And I’m dying more and more. I have hope, but I have no treasure. What I thought was a treasure was just a dry plague I had dressed in my soul. Man’s inner beauty exists only in his dreams and must be fought for to become a reality. So don’t hide from yourself. Be happy who you are anywhere, in the world.
Leda Angel © July 8, 2021
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