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I can’t feel a thing; All mournful petal storms are dancing inside the very private spring of my head.
---Franz Kafka, from Letters To Milena
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…and you drink a little too much and try a little too hard. And you go home to a cold bed and think, That was fine. And your life is a long line of fine.
---Flynn, Gillian. Gone Girl
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