I am a little cub. I am young and still dumb. I am inexperienced on this kind of path. I am weak and terrified. In my own mind I like to wander and I often get lost yonder. I'm not fast enough when haunting. In fact, I dont like to haunt. I'd rather walk in the night, feeling the time when everything's slowing down. I don't have big things to desire. All I want is a life where my feet feel light.
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The problem is sure to get worse, the more thoughtful and perceptive we are, there will simply be less people like us around. It isn't a romantic myth. Loneliness truly is a kind of tax we have to pay to atone for certain complexity of mind Excerpt from The School of Life .
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