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semi––hourly, so long as i remember to schedule.

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https://t.co/k1ThPyzHHo

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wrath is the only thing that can soothe my grief.

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now i have neither happiness nor unhappiness.

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i try to pull myself together and pick up the scattered jigsaw pieces of me lying all around.

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justice, evil, truth, lies––they seem to have no meaning.

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the weak fear happiness itself. they can harm themselves on cotton wool. sometimes they are wounded even by happiness.

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khaenri'ah...didn't fall, did it? since you're still here... / ...correct. so, no need to revive the homeland.

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tairitsu...woke in a ruined tower.

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please, fill me with love.

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you'd better add 'revenge' to that empty dictionary of yours.

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come on, dear, don't cry. don't be afraid and take my hand, and we'll walk together from here.

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these lines were written today, april 8, 1933, when i turn twenty-two. it is strange to think that i am already a specialist in the question of death.

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that pain and sorrow has now given me a heart which can love you.

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mine has been a life of much shame. i can't even guess myself what it must be to live the life of a human being.

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now they're gone. see? now they're gone, forever gone.

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how do i look now? am i unsightly? of course i am.

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being alone is not the only time loneliness can overtake you. you can be surrounded by others and still feel lonely. we all treat loneliness like poison, but poison makes medicine. there is healing in solitude.

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i suddenly feel helpless, completely powerless. and i know i'll never outrun that awful feeling.

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i know that i am liked by other people, but i seem to be deficient in the faculty to love others.

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so are you a bitch, or are you a bitch? / guess i'm a bitch, what you got?

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is it not an illness to be constantly aware of your nerves, your feet, your stomach, your heart, every single part of your being?