Whenever I read those words I feel a little tear, a failure, a broken line, is just that, I should just forget it. I am nothing ... said ... exercises in style, perceptions.
But they are addressed to another, with a second person, with superlatives, and confusion. that bit 'of emotion that serves the writer, which serves the reader. And
invce is a frightening abyss on your thoughts that I do not know, is a frightening abyss on my thoughts I know.
That second person, the eagerness to give, and that little desire to be nearby, to participate: bring it, you say well, you feel . Tiny, useless, harmless needles on him.
harmless and useless.
Notes on notebooks. My trifles
anemia
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