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the Thing that wants you to know does not belong to you the flower you trod on is soft but you are harsh you have become harsh because your life is you do not want it to fall upon your enemies but look it has fallen upon you don't take so much care in your surroundings but look at you you only know it as it you do not know why it but just it the immobile truth of yourself your life doesn't move because it can't it blocks the harsh wind blocks with unnoticed fury it climbs through your clothes and violates your security the Thing that you are afraid of is not your enemies it is not the beast it is not soft it is not your harsh life it is your harsh you
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