I have the greatest difficulty, or the most trouble, delineating, or exposing, or going through my every thought, or else something different entirely.
I have fallen for a woman, and then I have climbed out, and might now fall asleep. I really don't have much to say to anyone, even her. I don't have desire. I don't have anything. I have anything.
I get tired of myself, but I don't like anyone else any better.
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