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It Was Nothing To Do With Me
It was nothing to do with me, I wasn't there, and, besides... Who could? They all urge you on, as if it is just the cold sea you're plunging in, a bit of a shock.. but then it's OK. Plunging in, swimming about, finding... ... not too much - other swimmers in their bubbles. Without bubbles, they're mad, barking, off their trees - - some even commit suicide ... it's them. They. Them. The other. Foreign. Not-like-us. Kill-themselves. As_they_would... wouldn't_they. But. But. Doubt. Don't Doubt - don't.. You're not a maddie..., are you sure? It must have been raw for Jane to kill herself.. .. Nutters, she said to me, only last year, about suicides. She was quite clear. and she wasn't. -- a nutter. At least. Not then. Now. Dead. Suicide. Depression. Yes. maybe. Jane.is.a.nutter.. I shouldn't say this, but I think that's crap. It was nothing to do with me, I wasn't there, and, besides... Who could? I loved Jane - she helped make sense of the world. She made sense, when it was all black - and Mummy said it might be a little dark. Jane sang: 'Don't worry, be happy'. Why can't they see, we can't all be invisible. can --- we? .invisible.nutters. I.am.an.invisible.nutter. It makes no sense, does it, unless you are a nutter? At least it does all make sense. Now. Sorry. Really... I am.
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