fled the suitors who pursue me, panting to possess, but not create with their circular paths, their manic outbursts, their responses accordingly. I flee from those worlds of enchantment and determination by quell'insensato idling where all lost and found. Worlds where feelings show themselves as bodies collide, love is understood as an "assault", and hatred as thoughts that disturb the mind. All return to their fixed ideas. Every impulse, every attraction After chasing and repulsion, leads to repeating the same moves every match, interrupted by new distractions, and then return to their fixed ideas. Everyone has their own. It is not a representation of a modern disease, and even inspired a mania. It 's just a "distraction" that diverting to other load speed, drawing new lines of a doodle.
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