And perhaps in that lockbox everything lie hidden
She forgot what was important and fastened on little things
Seven years, only seven years!
All of the details of the matter, down to the last item
And this came with a kind of craving for people
No traces were left
I shall tread in the sticky warm blood
That's how the sun will be shining then!
Life is real! Haven't I lived it just now?
artificial terrors
deranged and dependent on various morbid impressions
A principle! I killed a principle!
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