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From the very beginning,
a thought tortures me, pains me, my fear of losing the relations I cherish to evolve. I fear, one day, on that path, not visible now, but I see it, clearly, very clearly, as I bulldoze my way through this visibility I will be walking through an array of shadows that once illumined my thought processes, that once transhumanizied me, that once cleared my conscience; but now itself these shadows ask me the questions for which I have responses but very obsolete ones only. You speak about loneliness. For thousand and thousand of years, I am alive in this jungle of loneliness. The jungle, enmeshed in me. This loneliness is dear to me as amid this loneliness I meet a few who add pain to my loneliness and leave; a pain that I will pour unto myself when you emerge as a verity in my mind/ imagination.
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