It has been years since I wrote anything at all, although people do see me writing odd pieces of music. But this time I am writing about my past, the past that seems so far away and forgotten. I know that this account is hardly going to interest anyone, but I do need to share my feelings with someone, or in this case, with something. People see me as a berserk creature talking garrulously of …
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…He even beat her up as if she was a thief. Her whole body ached with pain. There was nobody in the world that could help her through the living nightmare. Her parents would be sure turn he away and even the wicked doctors wouldn't even listen to her without money. She lived in profound misery. Was this the Paradise she had dreamed so much about? Is it the treatment she was destined to receive?