You are marked. Don’t try to run away. Certain abilities are deceptive. Neither your bad faith nor your irony can replace strength. Debauchery became your possibility, the way that you want to escape, to rediscover yourself. Not that you should be bound by pleasure. But you can only go, open, happy, toward the worst. What leads beyond the poverty of the hours, of sadness that makes your life the limit of death, cannot leave your mind empty. You won’t go back down, even if you want to.
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