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THE ETERNAL CONFLICTS WITH MYSELF I BEAR, SINCE

DECADES A PERPETUAL, INELUCTABLE DECAY. I FEEL OLD;

FORLORNNESS BECAME MERELY AN IMPULSE. ANGST IS THE

ONLY THING THAT KEEPS ME GOING ON, THOUGH, I HAVE

LITTLE HOPE LEFT FOR THINGS TO CHANGE. THE ONLY

REASON I STILL LIVE IS BECAUSE I AM TOO AFRAID TO DIE.

WHAT EMPATHY WAS I FORGOT YEARS AGO. LOOKING BACK,

IT FEELS LIKE THE SEDUCTION OF BLINDNESS. PLEASE

UNDERSTAND, THAT I CAN’T TRUST IN THE HAND I TRIED TO

PULL OUT OF FURIOUS LOATHING ANYMORE, WHEN IT NOW

STRIKES DOWN ON ME. NO, YOU CAN’T ARGUE THAT THEY

ARE SEDUCED BY THEIR LEADERS, THEY ARE WHAT MAKES

THEM SOME.

BEING WELCOMED BY A MOB CARRYING TORCHES ISN’T

EXACTLY WHAT I HOPED FOR. FEELING THE RAIN PATTERING

ON MY FACE, AGAIN I KNOW THAT THERE IS NO ESCAPE FROM

OPAQUE DESPOTISM. I WEIGHTLESSLY FLOAT THROUGH THE

MESSY ENTRANCE OF WHAT THEY CHOSE TO BE MY NEW

HOME. I HAVE THE URGENT FEELING I WON‘T LEAVE THIS

PLACE ANYMORE.

NO, I DON’T TRUST IN HUMANITY.