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The Ego

The man stands up, swaying, bottle in palm, and gazes around the room as the noise slows down, and everybody’s eyes on him. Men pull up their seats, willing to hear the story or the song or whatever. The old man cries with a wild disappointment in his eyes…

Yes…

Yes; it feels like you are dying under a silver icy blanket; with no pain begging, with a  […]