D O W N

It is never a pleasure to give up for something and end up for nothing. But I think I am just fine, for I know I am used to it.
I am sitting next to my bed and waiting for a call, and then I cry to sleep, a thing I loved to do in the night. It won’t hurt me anyway or break my bonds. It is absolutely a secret way of figuring out a pain, though I don’t know whether somebody has ever hurt me or not.
Why on earth people get hurt if no one hurts them? And how then could I feel this kind of pain? Yesterday I felt it was like a sickness, and today I think it is madness.

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