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A violence for a year now, but so present that it becomes obsessive, a nightmare.
which slowly destroys me, because I can't get rid of those images, because an act.
Violence can also bring pleasure to those who suffer it, libidinal, I'm going down.
In an endless abyss, a black well, hideous, this is madness, yes, I feel it so present,.
so master of my poor sick mind, it's as if an octopus were stirring perhaps.