i have heard some tell of a noble race of horses that, when they are terribly driven and overheated, instinctively bite open a vein to help themselves breathe. i often feel that way, i would like to open one of my veins, to bring me eternal freedom...
and God knows, i often lie down to sleep with the desire, even sometimes the hope, not to wake up again; and in the morning i open my eyes, see the sun again, and am miserable...
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