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Too Sensitive
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I am a very lonely person; at least ten of my sixteen daily vigil hours have been spent in solitude. And not being able, after all, to read all the time, I enjoy constructing theories that, on the other hand, do not meet the minimum critical examination.
~ Joseph Thomas of Lampedusa
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I’ve got a soft spot for the weak. I’m in love with the ones that people call losers, the ones you’d never bet on, unless you wanna lose. I have a soft spot for the eternally dissatisfied, for those who when you see them they never seem happy, but TRUE, for those who are constantly accompanied by that typical melancholy of those who reflect on life.
I have a soft spot for people who look around and don’t see a single person who looks like them. For those who feel lonely when surrounded by a crowd, for those who run from empty speech. For those who protect their soul, without letting the mark of triviality imprint on them.
I feel tenderness for those who are so easy to be played, for those who feel crushed by the rhythms of the world, for those who are too sensitive. I have a soft spot for those damaged, lost, disappointed, the suffering part of society. I have a soft spot for those people in whom no one believes, because in their faces, in those looks that say «I will try for the last time» even if it’s never…
