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All I asked of life is that it go on by without my feeling it. All I demanded of love is that it never stop being a distant dream.

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Anything and everything, depending on how once sees it, is a marvel or hindrance, an all or a nothing, a path or a problem.

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Everything interests me, but nothing holds me.

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I'm a fellow most people like, and they even have a vague and curious respect for me. But I don't arouse ardent emotions. No one will ever passionately be my friend. That's why so many are able to respect me.

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The peace of all this is painful and oppressive.

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I have before me, on the slanted surface of the old desk, the two large pages of the ledger, from which I lift my tired eyes and an even more tired soul.

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My ill-starred hopes, born of the life I've been forced to live!

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i guess i believe, i believe in old fashion things
imagining us

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if she calls, would you run? would you run to her?
cause i know how it feels when it's not over

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I love you
or I do not live
at all

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I realize that I was all error and deviation, that I never lived, that I existed only in so far as I filled time with consciousness and thought.

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His voice was hesitant and colourless, as in those who hope for nothing because it's perfectly useless to hope.

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I marvel at all that I was and that I now see I'm not.

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they asked "do you love her to death?"
i said
"speak of her over my grave and watch how she brings me back to life."

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All that was lost, all that should've been sought, all that was obtained and fulfilled by mistake, all that we loved and lost and then, after losing it and loving it for having lost it, realized we never loved.

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I have before me, on the slanted surface of the old desk, the two large pages of the ledger, from which I lift my tired eyes and an even more tired soul.

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I suddenly felt like one of those damp rags used for house-cleaning that are taken to the window to dry but are forgotten, balled up, on the sill where they slowly leave a stain.

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I always live in the present. I don't know the future and no longer have the past. The former oppresses me as the possibility of everything, the latter as the reality of nothing. I have no hopes and no nostalgia.

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you're growing tired of me
and all the things i don't talk about

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A simple invitation to have dinner with a friend produces an anguish in me that's hard to define.