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Nobody knows me.
And when I'm at home, among loved ones, the friends and relatives, on the couch, like in warmth and comfort, I don't know how to live, and writhe on the couch from the fact that I can't find a pose to this pose and find it to stand to this position, to at least some time not to feel pain, pain that I don't know how to live.
And it's such a pain that so much, she does not fit in me, and this pain to the doctor-do not go, will not be able to articulate what hurts. And nobody can, even the relatives and friends, to explain what was happening to me. ... some soul, something painful.
Here in what sense no one knows me.
Nobody knows me because I have no words to explain what was happening to me. And if in this sense no one knows me, and in this sense no one knows me, because I understand that I do not have these words; if in this sense no one knows me, so I'm not part of humanity. I'm not one of them 7324742783, I always +1 for humanity. And that my loneliness is not only inevitable, but also necessary.. mandatory.