You want time to paralyze into your own private little pool where your mind is capable of security.
Casualness
That Machiavellian casualness, that tragic joy it would be my security and my misery.
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You want time to paralyze into your own private little pool where your mind is capable of security.
That Machiavellian casualness, that tragic joy it would be my security and my misery.