the wild winds around you
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People don’t remember me really. It’s not a paranoid thing, I just have this habit of slipping through memories. It doesn’t bother me all that much. Except I guess that’s a lie; it does.
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"   I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.   "
Franz Kafka, The Metamorphosis
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