I continue to damage myself in your honour.
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if the only touch you offer is sharp, i’ll gladly accept the sting.
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it's an honour to be seen by you.
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James Baldwin, Giovanni’s Room
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born to love forced to grieve
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Jeanette Winterson, from The Stone Gods
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Frida Kahlo, from a letter wr. c. January 1925, featured in The Letters of Frida Kahlo: Cartas Apasionadas
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there is a deep pathological sadness and loneliness you just can’t shake off that comes from having a traumatic childhood and broken family which I still haven’t come to terms with
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Gillian Flynn, from Sharp Objects
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google search how to cough up the ball of grief that's been stuck in your stomach since birth
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Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1931–1934
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my story isn't over, grief cannot be my ending
I will learn how to live and exist within this body
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A Fairy Ring, by Walter Jenks Morgan
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James Whistler (American, 1834-1903) - Nocturne in Black and Gold - The Falling Rocket - c.1875
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Emily Dickinson, from a letter to Mary Bowles
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