- Leave me alone. Let me a moment. I can not stand. We have arrived at a tipping point. Now you must leave me. If the vortex in which you took me not stop for a moment, I shall succeed in anything. How do you want me to take an elk, how can you even think I can take an elk, moose my return, if you do not stop me from breaking up, break me, as you do it constantly for so long ... I do not know when you started at the beginning, things went pretty well, I remember there was space, possibilities, time, opportunity, indeed, I found the prospect , while walking in the streets, squares, and in the evening, there was always at every moment to contemplate the possibility ∞ tion length a picture of a Renaissance master. It was after that everything started to go wrong. Besides, I've never been able to know when it happened, I was not able to identify the grain of sand in the mechanism, or to withdraw it, but it is certain that there is input, he settled there, he seized the perfect mechanics, watchmakers arrangements, something went wrong, and now you do not stop, you do not stop for a moment to practice on me this strange anguish .
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- You say nothing, you have nothing to say? So why not wilt thou not for a moment and break me? So can it be of grace in you? Have you even thought about what it means to be fragmentary, to be his duty to gather every morning before facing the gaze of others, and the pieces back together, and feel, all along the day that the joints are flawed and they will not longer? You know, you, this feeling just fade away gradually losing his own trail in you? You can guess what impression it can make you feel is nothing but a little dust that holds together, certainly, but that does not take long (one breath enough to disrupt any). I do not know not even why I'm talking about, well, you do not care much of what I say, you are not listening.
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