and handles my business with a lump in the soul ....
here is still the pit of my stomach ...
cumbersome burden which goes neither up nor down ....
There are days made for melancholy ....
days of being made to understand such a little thing in front of the immensity of the universe ...
days that you feel alien in your own body ...
disgusting to be incurable with a thousand faces ...
horrendous evil and good in a fist fight in the stormy waters of this life that flows ... relentless ... with or without you ....
E nell'inutilità of being gray. ... I turn around ....
mocking you and I offer my most heartfelt greetings ... ... melancholy.
Kamala
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