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May 2016
indeed my misery is counter-,
an archaeological intuitiveness.

you read a story about ****,
you read a story about Apollo 17...
you read a story about the first
female commander at Sandhurst....
you read about Czech orphanages' abuse...
you read, and you read,
what a strange anaesthetic you experience...
in your seclusion, you are indeed
a cosmonaut by then...
drinking and reading this **** is like injecting ******;
you begin to shut down,
to learn to become *numb
.
Mateuš Conrad
Written by
Mateuš Conrad  36/M/Essex (England)
(36/M/Essex (England))   
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   --- and Sanjukta Nag
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