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My eyes feel heavy and I let them close. I smell the gas. I illustrate nothing by living. At such hours there is need for escape, not for love. He who leaves me free from pain I’ll love forever. It’s heavenly to be washed by someone else. It brings all the sorrow out of the body. There is nothing of me that I fancy …. I run my hands over my body, thinking I can work up a desire. But I am empty. I suppose if I were not beautiful, the world would look the same. I’ve exhausted my youth, and if I look like a prize fool, then the world prizes fools. Surely pain is the silence of joy. I don’t need much. Needless to add, I don’t get much. Twenty-five bob to me is what I call semi-rich. I am the victim of sex. Sometimes love … but both are fatal. The law should never have done away with the prostitutes. They are needed more than rockets to the moon. Must I forever live with dreams and fairies? I believe man should believe in man, and leave God to himself. I think he’s looking forward to the change when he gets to hell. Sometimes I find that I am humiliated by myself, and my thoughts get out of hand, becoming absolutely evil, and immediately I am nothing. That’s the trouble with being beautiful. One overlooks the truth. I look down at the young boy. He sees the tears in my eyes. Oh sorry, he says, and I walk on. I am far too feminine to be living in a man’s world. It doesn’t matter what I run from, it will always be with me. People have a hard violence printed on their faces. Time is out of order. Seconds become increasingly eternal. There are three stars shining in the sky above. On the blue it's number two. I stare with stupidity at the freedom of the flowers.