what i want to say i find impossible to say. i have no words left; all the languages in the world could not aid me.
so, i will not speak. but i know i must. i suppose i will ramble on, and i suppose also that you may be present to the confusion for yourself.
my life is passing by before me, and i do not know what to do. my heart beats, but my spirit is dead, and my mind reels in confusion.
i do not know where to go, but i somehow find my thoughts in the darkness. what am i, i wonder?
but since i can think, and i can speak, i must be a who. so, i will revise the question; who am i?
could you, perhaps, solve this dilemma for me?
while i am discussing with myself you may go and do whatever you like; i do not expect you to stay.
it could very well be that you do not wish to.
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