Sometimes, in the brief moments between waking and sleeping, even during the period in which you just lies there and would like to sleep, you feel it clearly. One senses that something is wrong. That is going in the wrong direction, only once on the long road is a bit taken a wrong turn. But then you're there, lying there, is aware in the last waking minutes, seconds, breathing. You can feel yourself But one feels also that the body that has built around its own soul, the piece Piece was created, not one that one is a prisoner in his own body. That the body that one has self-made, one has to painstakingly put together piece by piece, like a puzzle with many tiny parts that can not do justice. A puzzle with which one was always quite happy. But a puzzle that only the empty shell-man shows, which one would like.
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