I collapsed onto the bed.
My mouth is quite bitter.
Everyone assumed it was due to the chilly weather.
I'm aware of the rationale.
I'm scared I'm losing my strength.
Is this universe challenging, or is my body too frail?
Counting the losses makes me sad.
My suffering is immeasurable.
There seems to be nothing left.
My body had become uncontrollable.
Is this the result of prior sins?
At the very least, provide me with some clarity.
This is excessive. I can't take it anymore.
Tomorrow might be a better day than today.
Will the sky leak and provide a ray of hope?
Will light pass through the window?
and wrest control of your heart?
Don't bother going. Please return to me.
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Yoga Phratam
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