… but cannot be defeated. Hmm…. On my own sea, maybe I also
went too far. It’s difficult – if not
impossible – to express this “defeat”, to name it, to talk about it, to ask
your own self “how do you feel today?”…. We mask our own sufferance - that
Silence that we do not want to hear or see not even in the darkness of the night
- with laughs, thousands of words expressing knick-knocks, violence, angriness ... life that needs to
go on, either we are here or not …. “It’s not so bad after all…”, “Who needed
that dream?”, ….”I am fine.”….”It’s nothing” when Everything went wrong. We put
a smile on our face, we lie to everyone, from our best friends or our inner self
to our colleagues, and we keep going on…. We cannot be defeated…. Why then, in
our rarest moments of sincerity, do I feel like this?
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