distance don't come any closer no touch of something in my mind neither feelings nor emotions no touch of something nothing i would have wanted to touch me anyway smiling and laughing all the time as if there was so much to laugh about well concealed, this is always the same the look on your faces . . . insincerity don't come any closer . . . stay away i don't want to see you i don't want to hear you i don't want to talk to you i don't want to pretend to be someone else just because that could evoke sympathies no sympathies for you you're all the same