Perşembe, Temmuz 2

morbid

Let me recognize a man. He feels an endless desire to be loved. So that he looks for a woman who senses as him and sees the aspects of his darkness.
He finds.
Who is she? She is to be a woman depressed, but an extant one.
She loves him. He thinks he love her but he always loves himself much more than everything. When he hates himself, he hates her. When he adores himself, he adores her. What a morbid mind!
They live in an unreal world. Days pass. Happiness follows crying treatment. Love follows hate. Pleasure follows pain.
He gets insanely jealous. But his jealousy includes no mercy. It drowns.
...

Some day the woman goes away. She forsakes him.
After all, the only sad thing is her contriteness. She curses the time which she is with him.

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valeria dedi ki...

"Yo también pienso en usted". María
("I think about you too").


*that was what the letter said.