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irmaktomriz. The solitude, the weakening, the ruination of beauties the carnage of

The solitude, the weakening, the ruination of beauties the carnage of skies, global chlorosis, anxiety, that demolish us, the butchery of living moments, the pulling out by the roots of the hearts of things and beings. Here we are now. And it is hell. Paradise? Yes, we still are here, but who? Only ourselves, with our small waists, our small souls, our small arms, our small intelligence pushed to its greatest heights and thus ruthlessly able to see itself shut up inside its supple transparent but oh ruthlessly inflexible membrane, if we push it any farther it will burst its envelope, we are going to lose part of our minds, we will not longer steer clear of madness.

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