I observe people from the outside, I don’t feel like I’m one of them anymore…I look at them as though I am no longer a person myself…You’re a writer, you’ll understand what I mean: Words have very little in common with what goes on inside of you. Before, I was rarely in touch with what was happening inside me. Now, it’s like I live down in the mines…I get upset, I fall into thought…I’m always chewing something over in my head. “Mama, put your soul away!” No, my darling girls, I don’t want all my feelings and tears to simply evaporate. To disappear without a trace, without leaving a mark. This
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