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I'm starting to get to the point again of getting inside that endless pit from which you can do nothing but to be seen by the strangers who feel pity about that little scum inside and to the ones you can only answer back with a smily mask that only lets the more alert people notice the jester's tears falling from your chin into the drowning concentration of tears along the years...



I don't know how to feel about being near to be in the bottom: happy or sad.



Yet I've heard, an old and rusty nail, keeps being a nail