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#CHILDREN And we also see our children behind the glass, as if they were taken from us. And we can do nothing. They do not hear us, no matter how much we call out to them. They do not hear us. And we cannot help them. Yes, we can give them money through the guards – and what of it? We ask these thoughts of ours to communicate with them instead of us? But what is the point? The children do not hear us, and thoughts said aloud cannot convey the essence of what we feel for them and what we want them to express. #oursoul #life #book #klopenko https://www.instagram.com/p/B2AVHWmFo7c/?igshid=5jl8zqhkpzkk

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And every bad thought, every fear is a servant of this Hell. They are the executors of this torture and their only goal is to keep us locked up behind the glass of our consciousness. * * * But I'm not used to letting myself be tortured. If thoughts, then so be it. If fears, then so be it, Illusion is an illusion. I'm ready to break out of this Hell. * * * Sounds from another world – I hear them. Music can sound and penetrate through even this glass. Especially if you could stop your own groans and disperse the noisy crowd of your own thoughts for at least a second. And since you hear it, it means that you are not alone, so there is something else – someone else is behind this glass. So there is still hope. --- Egor Klopenko «HELL» Dedicated to the Light amidst the Dark. . #poetry #hell #light #writers #klopenko #egorklopenko https://www.instagram.com/p/B0398ZNlR1g/?igshid=17pbl82nr0f36

Here is the Hell of war: Those who invented it – driven by hate, having prepared a full cup of grief and suffering for themselves and others, ready to drink the first sip and having drunk from this bowl until they are unconscious. Who can now drink till the bottom? Until it’s empty? 
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Imagine another Hell: Children abandoning their family homes and suffering from this, even when they’ve become adults. 
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Yes another Hell exists: A man who shoots himself, but has given so much light to all of us – a man who could not stand his own torture. With what and by whom? I do not want to collect newspaper rumours. I know what and how he felt. I know that we have experienced all of this and perhaps we are still experiencing this. Details do not matter. The illusion that came to him in his mind at this moment and many times before that does not matter. What matters is that it was the same slow torture and the same hell that we all know. That you know. We are familiar with it and with these sensations – all of us know it. 
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Egor Klopenko
«HELL» 
Dedicated to the Light amidst the Dark.
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