The days are long, nights are longer, that’s how it goes, that’s how we try to free ourselves, we think it is easy, we know so little, and to what end, who knows, do you, I have tried to convince myself, I have failed, in the end had to resort to commanding, the poor weak voice that represents the heart, did it help, and all these because we care too much, too much for the order of things, for the bubble we have created, we protect it even at the cost of losing ourselves,

we are just so proud…

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