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it .

I didn't need a mirror to understand I
dissolved into the harpy's body. It wasn't
,
a game. It was me . .
.

And then, in this intoxication, as high as this

truth in my heart, I realized I had become
,
,
:
a slave A slave to my own illusions .
a
.
The inflection point What has not yet been said

,
,
With each new transformation, I feel more and more
clearly
that something was changing Somewhere in

:
.
-
-
deep down in the place where
the unvarnished truth I began to
,
understand that dealing with slaves no
longer ignites the same fire in me
:
.
We went through a lot. I was generous. Inventive. I

rarely repeated myself. .
.
. . . ,
a new symphony, and together we played our

roles, receiving well-deserved
,
pleasure. It was right. It was beautiful .
,
.
But It no longer captivated me .
.
.
.
.

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