an inexistent life possessed me entirely and kept me busy like an invention.

disdain

Since they weren’t mine, I never tortured them.

No. I immediately figure that the hardest thing my vanity will have to face is the judgment of myself:

How can I explain it to you: suddenly the whole world that was me shriveled up in fatigue, I could no longer bear on my shoulders

And living my “bad,” I lived the other side of something I couldn’t even manage to want or attempt.

And knowing might be the murder of my human soul. And I don’t want that, I don’t. Handing myself over to a new ignorance could save

crushed.

exiting