Women.
I was never in good terms with women.
All I ever met was very few, and I talked nonsense — death, sex, philosophy, being here and now, alcohol, creativity...
And all I met were never interested in these.
Everyone I met made me a brother.
They lacked something serious — a soul — which they never had, they never will.
They were mostly happy with the peripheral.
Their beauty was skin-deep.
For someone, it would take about six inches to reach a soul...
but I even doubt it.
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