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the hardest things to talk about
My friends from Florence came, Bianca and Marta returned, a…
your life wants to become another’s
[...] I had wanted Bianca, one wants a child with an animal…
I was so desolate in those years
I was so desolate in those years. I could no longer study, …
my way of soothing myself
I saw her fly toward the asphalt and felt a cruel joy. She …
I wanted to keep the body I was accustomed to
Yet I began to pay more attention to myself, as if I wanted…