This world is a burden, and it disgusts me. I want to deny it, its inhabitants, and their possessions. I'm embarrassed to know this soil produced me. I'm dying to be elsewhere, trying not to belong to a nature of impulse and self-indulgence. A brother to none, my kinship lies elsewhere. I am separate and loyal to no one if born from this soil. I'm embarrassed to know you. You do not represent me. A likeness only in structure, not in mind. I vow to never belong to anyone born from this soil. A people that follows blindly will not reprimand me.
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