Really tired
I cannot know what I do in this place. Yet I do ultimate things—irreversible things. And I stand in the dark with a blade in my hand, striking at heads. I need, more desperately than my children need me, a way of seeing in the dark.
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I cannot know what I do in this place. Yet I do ultimate things—irreversible things. And I stand in the dark with a blade in my hand, striking at heads. I need, more desperately than my children need me, a way of seeing in the dark.
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