I made some cold coffee for myself.
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I just wanna feel genuine happiness for once. Not happiness plagued by the fear of knowing what's making me happy will eventually be ripped away from me.
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Sometimes the words don't need to be elaborate. They are what they are.
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lingering fire over the deep blue
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Sometimes I write a message and leave it without sending it.
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I want you desperately. I want your strength and your softness, your hands, all of you.
Anaïs Nin, from a letter to Henry Miller written c. August 1932, featured in A Literate Passion: a Letters of Anaïs Nin and Henry Miller, 1932-1953
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