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I kissed her forehead, wiped off the sweat, and thought about how on my dying day there probably wouldn’t be anyone to do the same for me.
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I was haunted by the possibility of settling into a place long enough for time’s passing to become tangible.
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I had been deluding myself for so long that once I finally came to that realization, my life had already dissolved into waiting vainly for a death that was equally vain.
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And I never suspected that the bottom of this hell was anywhere other than in myself
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I had thought that I would never be able to grow tired of loving, but one night I woke to an absence of love and felt no torture: it was the absence of this torture that truly scared me, that tortured me
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They desire me, admire me, respect me…But of all those who will lament my death, how many will lament my life?
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Always failing, impaling myself on this fulcrum between speaking and keeping quiet, a knot was forming that I couldn’t undo, little by little strangling my voice, cutting it off in a silence haunted by powerlessness.
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it was something else, always something else, this indefinable something else where desire hides itself.
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Before, I was mourning the present; today I mourn a past that was never present.
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I don’t want any past only want things which cannot last