For a long time I've
been thinking about it. Since I was 14 years old I knew how I would
end up. It was always like this, a hole or something heavy inside
pushing me against the wall and a sword pointed at my chest.
I don't have any tears
to cry, I don't have a strong fear to keep me at.
I've started planning.
"Nothing thicker than a knife's blade separates happiness from melancholy."
— Virginia Woolf, in Orlando
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