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You endure the profound contempt
that resembles the pain caused
by the shrapnel that remained
in the flesh and bones and can’t be
pulled out ‒ you are no longer you
and you don’t realize the tragic nature
of life, you don’t know that in order
for her to last she must annihilate herself.
You are redeemed only by what denies you.
Ah, the power to be able to rise is, as a matter
of fact, far away. Nor do we know anymore
what we are.
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