You blame the era and the city, but you cannot do anything. So you're striving for companions with whom you can indulge all your minds without logical thinking. So you indulge yourself into continuous relationships. You babble, you hesitate, you doubt without stop. Everyone is so similar as skeleton to each other which is terribly naked without personality. We cannot die in that way.
Not everyone is corrupted. You've got to get some faith in people.
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