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are you proud of me atonement without end guilt with guilt intertwined interior speech continues even when we’re asleep whole centuries whip through me my mind wanders I am innocent plain-faced dominant I risk nothing in real moments I hide myself associations the recurrence of old feelings come back you realize that the play of small children is deeply sexual that we becomes carnal fighting scratching teasing laughing adulthood is useful amnesia a long forgetting that lasts until we’re dead meaning is just the burden of feeling everything past and future is a hypothesis present is a hypothesis we might have died a long time ago what we call the universe might be a fragment of a recall collapse of a once coherent consciousness
