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See that herd...it eats, rests, digests and them jumps again...without a memory, without a capacity to recollect...it is neither weary nor melancholy.


It's tempting to be like that herd.


But, my being human wants to prevail. I cannot seem to create a void in my mind. Still, I hope that one day, your face will not anymore make sense.


One day, you'll leave my memory...and as you go away, I claim liberty.


Maybe, like you said, you don't deserve me. Now I believe you.


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