there is no real me, only an entity, something illusory; and though I can hide my cold gaze and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable: I simply am not there.
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[̲̅𝓥̲̅]𝐎𝐋𝐔𝐌𝐄 𝟐 ;
ˏ ˋ ₊ ˛ . ˚ ‘ ¸ * •
❛ Night had come —
night that he loved of all
times, night in which the
reflections in the dark pool
of the mind shine more
clearly than by day. ❜
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[̲̅𝓥̲̅]𝐎𝐋𝐔𝐌𝐄 𝟏 ;
ˏ ˋ ₊ ˛ . ˚ ‘ ¸ * •
❛ There was a serenity
about him always that
had the look of innocence,
when, technically, the word
was no longer applicable. ❜
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──┈ ˚* ࿐ྂ。𝓦𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐁𝐎𝐘,,
Even broken in spirit as he is, no one can feel more deeply than he does the beauties of nature.
❛ i am not one and simple, but
𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘹 and 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺... ❜
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⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ .. ೃ⚘๑ೃ ..
I went to the woods because I
wished to live deliberately, to front
only the essential facts of life, and
see if I could not learn what it had
to teach, and not, when I came to
die, discover that I had not 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐝.
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⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ╰ ˊ, ——
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Now that he was quite alone, as those who are about to die are alone, there was a luxury in it, an isolation full of sublimity; a freedom which the attached can never know.
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𝘊𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥...