Aimlessly he walks through the shadows and the beaten paths. Tortuous are his surroundings for he is scorned. Shamed by a merciless malady, torn asunder from within. No light reaches through his clothes. His pale skin shows no sign of hope. Sunken are his eyes, for they have seen the depths of darkness. No kindness enters their gaze. Day and night, there is no difference to him. Each one holds hatred ever changing. His chains were his ow.

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Saturday, July 19, 2014. There was an excitement and alertness about her which men show before a battle or a struggle, in the dangerous and decisive moments of life, those moments when a man shows his worth once and for all, and shows that his whole past has not been in vain but has been a preparation for such moments. Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina. Part 5, section xix. I have learned that I desire to be myself above .