There are certain things that are inexplicable force, unrecognized, emerging suddenly from the darkness, pride is one of them ... There is a constant force, not present at all times, but is sensitive to injury, when I land, when the veil of tar drops of the pupils to show that they're being who you want or who you say, then, from the depths comes a swarm of sensations that are capable of driving a man to unexpected places, sometimes for better, sometimes just not ... Y where they come from, maybe some spiritual source, the search of self, of identity, if known existing and able to move the world, of wanting to feel alive, of living ... Although perhaps only by the need to be proud of himself, of being right with one met ...
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