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I wish there were no blizzards, neither this absolute emptiness, nor this sorrow that
silences me.
If I could create myself again, I wouldn’t hesitate to do it into something less frightening. I would create myself with
style.
It was only after you left I was able to sit down and write a story that talked about your
ghost.
You have the taste of martyrdom, sadness, my
own misery.
Imprisoned on this Earth, while sitting on the grass, I feel the madness has come to an
end.
