I don't know what it is to be enclosed in the thoughts of someone who will confess it to you by any means imaginable, while looking right in your eyes; for that I am a marginal, and seen as having a problem, and maybe i have a problem, ...yeah surely, but what kind and does it may be arranged; maybe i'm condemned, just not shaped to live the experiences that seem so common to everyone, I comfort myself by teaching me (my brain, my habits) that it's my choice and that I could be a bar higher in the evolution ladder, what a ridiculous thought to fool oneself; we say one cannot miss what is unknown, so maybe the evolution keeps me from intolerable suffering who will shatter my heart into millions of pieces allowing each one to taste a part of my bitterness, and if this way I could live like an indolent man or simply rest here where finally my body would no longer be an obstacle and even will be gluttonously appreciated, here the thoughts will no longer poison the way I morbidly chose to exist.
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