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>>2925
The writer likely really felt like this. He was gay, and had AIDS. He was exiled by the military government in Brazil, and he always wrote about sex, fear, death, and, above all, solitude. You can really feel his angst, he wants to give up but he can't because he feels that his world still needs him so he becomes drunk with normalfag pleasures to forget about everything and pretend to be happy, because that's what society wants. I can really relate to him.
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