There is something special about the words that I write. Today I feel the anointing, the first time in a long time. So I start to write. My soul was in abeyance. The senses become very sensitive, but the pain niesprawiający way. Temporarily irritates me nothing. Listen to yourself. I hear echoes of different feelings - the voices of ghosts. I let them talk to each other, because I am in silence, in between. I like this state. Although he can pass. How beautiful music that is disappearing.
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