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May 2014
I always wished for long slender finger
So that I could play more nimbly, so my
Art would be better but now I look at the
Bones and flesh that are my hands which
Seem disconnected from this world, from
Real life, from she who is me, they feel
Fragile, as if they might break at any
Moment and with
Them is me.
My friend says, from experience, that if you break your fingers enough times, you loose feeling in them and then it can't hurt anymore. I don't think it's worth it.
Written by
Vitis Lio
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