1)
You know I lose myself inside myself. Enough that I don’t know how to write a letter about myself.
After all, supposedly:
“There is nothing here.”
I write furiously. My hands tremble. I could burst into a grim laugh to express the helplessness of rage… — you can’t do that in a letter.
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2)
There is not enough of you.
Your words are not enough.
