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Nor is it perhaps really love when I say that for me you are the most beloved; love is to me that you are the knife which I turn within myself.

I had to return to the darkness, I couldn't stand the sun, I was desperate, really like a stray animal, I began to run as fast as I could, and always the thought : "If only I could take her with me!" And the counter-thought: " Is there any darkness where she is?”

You ask how I live: this is how I live.

I'm sure he didn't prescribe starving or the carrying of luggage. And that you should go on caring for me, did he agree to that? Or wasn't I mentioned at all? But how can I be satisfied if the doctor doesn't find any trace of me ?

“If the postoffice had my eyes, it would be able to read almost only your addresses and no others.”
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