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After a month of abstinence, a week of stupidity. And start over, to avoid evasion, to live the day all your minutes, and weeks with all their days, so similar to each other, always the one behind the other ; to accept consciousness if, perhaps, once served as a catapult to life, to build consistent routines and a mask with that smile always out.

And nothing, nothing, to fill the vacuum, not even smoke. Perhaps the words.

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I left the (a) well, from where I had fallen, that was just within myself. Now I do not know where I am.