The more the time passed, the more I hated him. I don't know why but I disliked the way he loved me.
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I hadn't problem with my body. It was my mind, that was sick. My illness can only be described as a type of monomania which makes you think about one thing, or idea. You can't stop doing it. I often lost myself for hours, deep in thought about something which was quite unimportant and could seem funny afterwards.
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I've never loved her is true. But it was clear that she always loved me, deeply, more than anyone could love me.
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"I watched our young years flying away on the silent wings of time..."
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I mean, the life in the world outside these walls, began to seem like a dream to me. The wild ideas, the dreams inside my head became my real world and then my whole life.
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They promised that when the next hour came they wouldn't be so stupid. They wouldn't stop and listen like that.
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