I've told you, I lost my arm. On such deep torment. But it did not end to that. The story continues as I live. Imagine yourself looking for work. From the basked of the farmland, of mindanao. To the modern city of metro manila. A man with bag behind him and a paper for work, ended up sitting on chair on 6th floor of the mall. It was December montb of feast and joy, and the man himself is tired looking for work. On such mall, he went for a rest, watching the dazzling bright light of Christmas's trees. He could see the jolly citizens enjoying such crowd. Such luminosity of the christmass devoured the night. However the torment inside the head did not stop. It was like a nonstop torment inside of mine. The illusions and the images behind me says it well. They all are rude, giving barrage of mockery and jest unto us. The illusions get so clear and lively. That it would often be the voices and the images of my family line. Fred calang cuyno and marvic serad cuevas. I know it, because they love gold and they would forsake the life of their family line just to survive. My grandmother is one of it. On 6th floor, I was insulted inside the head with telepathy. The stinging sensation of my broad back and shoulder trigger a portion of me. I asked "we gave everything to them, and still it's not enough. They even torture me even more.". Such sensation trigger a portion on my soul and such hatred almost sent me to hades door once more.

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  At a great height, I almost jumped so very high and embrace my self on such wind. Do you know why. Because the nonstop torture inside the head, day and night would always sent me to hades door. Death. The voices inside the head did killed my grandmother and they are safe, lurking on our ground. How tragic of me to die on Christmas season, living the life of my dad who serve my family line whole heartedly. Cared for them, and in the end ruined me till hades deaths door. I could still Robinson galleria Inear IPAms Philippines, along arayat cubao. Luckily I could still remember I'm still alive. The blood that flows on my arm, the pain and grievance that we get. It did not end to that. You see this is a class S, Clean Homicide case. This is a rare type of Homicide case. Luckily I too am an author, and I reached for you america to give this story to life. Year 2025, and i am still alive. This is a message for me, who wrote in royal road since 2016. I love America, because you guys are readers.