I was reading in Italian a few minutes ago. I didn't understand a word. Frustrated, I started to read in English. I didn't understand those words either. After pushing the literature aside, I began to sprawl my own words onto a blank sheet of paper; but alas, those words, too, were foreign. My eyes, watering from frustration and misunderstanding, darkened, and turned away from the corroded ideas of communication.
That might just be a metaphor of my current emotions.
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