Nonetheless, bitter
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As the years went by, I was struck again and again by a realization that every time I'm conscious about it my souls trembles in disgust, agony and helplessness's. I am captive in the infinite circles of life, and so are you. Do you ever wish that you could be something else? A leaf in the wind, the shadow of your lamp, the first kiss of a fragile soul? Nonetheless, you are only a fly captive under a glass on your kitchen table.
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