I feel that way, too. It's what you get for not being stronger and skilled at self-defense, especially if you're always alone. The world wasn't really made for beings like me and the very fact that we're still alive is an aberration of nature. I haven't been mugged yet, and this only makes me worry about how sheltered I've always been and how spoiled I am, always fleeing from the certain and painful death I'd meet if the law of the jungle in its full glory put me in my place.
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The red lake has been forgotten. A dust devil stuns you long enough to shroud forever those last shards of wisdom. The breeze rocking this forlorn wasteland whispers in your ears, “Não resta mais que uma sombra”.