Who knows what I want, or who I need. What I know is what I feel. Until then I travel around, perhaps not aimlessly but without burden. Give me my ail and I'm a happy woman, drunken with life and all its pleasures. Am I too blame for all the pleasures this good life has granted me? Be drunken and rejoice!
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