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Too much of my illusion.
Weeks have been passed and my bones want to come out.
My stomach starts to bleed.
Pimples on my face are turning into gold.
Lice in my head are now having their feast.
I've missed the rainy season because of too much sadness and blame.
I've forgotten the taste of my favorite food.
Maybe it's time to replace cans of beer into cups of green tea without adding any teaspoon of sugar.
This may taste odd, yet healthier.
Tears are not really enough to heal a broken heart.