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Is this my nature?
My real nature?
The way I really am?
Were all my convictions just curiosity?
And now that I have experienced them,
did they become indifferent to me?
Is that what I get?
This state of lethargy,
this feeling that nothing really matters?
Is this what I get when all the illusions finally die?
Well, if they're really dying at all...

(Júlio B.)