𝄞| “8y dread things I am compelled. I know that. I see the trap closing. I know what I am. 8ut while life is in me I will not stop this violence. No. Oh my friends who is there to comfort me? Who understands? Leave me 8e, let me go, do not soothe me. This is a knot no one can untie. There will 8e no rest, there is no retrieval. No num8er exists for griefs like these.”
