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“THE CORPSE ME” My anger is like the devils den My sorrow is like the game of thrones My happiness is the king of the jungle My laugh is like a golden locket My eyes are the deepness of secrets My heart is like the closet of unfortunate events My tears are like the daggers falling to the ground My love is frozen as ice And no where to roll my dice”

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“I am alive, I have my own children and with them I have tried to achieve only one aim: that they shouldn’t be afraid of their father. They aren’t. I know that. When I enter a room, they don’t cringe, they don't look down at the floor, they don’t dart off as soon as they glimpse an opportunity, no, if they look at me, it is not a look of indifference, and if there is anyone I am happy to be ignored by it is them. If there is anyone I am happy to be taken for granted by, it is them. And should they have completely forgotten I was there when they turn forty themselves, I will thank them and take a bow and accept the bouquets.”

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