The unbearable ease of relief when you manage to disappoint because then you get a confirmation of your worthlessness that was instilled in you a long time ago. Just like when you finish a game and pick up all the pieces and put them in a box, or like me, you scatter them all. I leave only two horses out of chess and imagine playing polo, somewhere in Scotland. I will put three dots on these dreams and a comma on these days. And don't let this image fool you, it's just a swamp, but the sky is also reflected in it.
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