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something about the way I see the world and my own image - poems, photos, others This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License.

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About my life

I noticed that no one liked my posts and I looked through my old posts on Tumblr and found that many of them seemed to be lunatic's activity. I just need to apologize if I did not clarify that I was normal and that you were misguided if you read my prose or confessions. I was not insane, I was under torture, being entirely innocent my whole life, and having normal life capacity and gifts. I was isolated since I was 13, I was born in 1971. I have a psychosis diagnosis and it was not fair, and society rejected me completely. I was poisoned and this is the cause of some unfortunate posts here. There are some people talking over my mind, but never voices or delusions - and I never had psychiatric symptoms, the psychologists and psychiatrists lied about me. It was not my fault. I am totally alone - no phone calls or letters for almost my entire life. I was totally poor for many years, having no money for food, and being rejected as a working individual.

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One of my haiku free ebooks

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One of my free poetry ebooks

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one of my free poetry ebooks

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Ludwig van Beethoven, Piano Concerto No.1 in C major, Op.15: III. Rondo. Allegro scherzando. Martha Argerich piano. Mito Chamber Orchestra, Seiji Ozawa

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CONȚINUT ADULT NUMAI CÂTEVA CUVINTE VULGARE, ESTE UN BLOG PENTRU PESTE 18 ANI, FOARTE TRIST, NERECOMANDABIL PENTRU CEI INCULȚI SAU PREA TINERI Vă vine să credeți că din țărână cresc trandafiri, copaci înalți, case și oameni? Atâta frumusețe incredibilă. Hai, recunoașteți...

A blog in Romanian about my miserable life, all of it, I hope to finish this blog soon - in a month or so - and then there will be nothing to add. I was alone 35 years and a half and, for certain, I had no chance whatsoever to be with others. Only after 30 years of solitude, it became unbearable. It si a story of injustice and pain and abuses of the others against me - and I was not guilty of their attitude and constant aggressiveness. I will send this blog link everywhere I can on the internet, hoping that someone will answer me or even help me a little. My life was perfect and endowed with grace and love for life and human beings. The only trouble and cause of all my miseries were that I was very poor since childhood, not only after my father's death in 2005. I have only my mother as a social relationship effectively almost since 1984. They put me of course in psychiatric care, pretending that I was possessed by demons and then they said that I don't have the right to study or to work at all. I could not find the possibility to do some work illegally. No one ever talked with me, no one asked me anything my entire life and my family rejected me probably because I was an illegitimate child, yet they pretend that I was condemned to death (those who enter from time to time my mind, I perceived their thoughts only after my father's death).

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