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I’m not dead, just being digested by balding gate.

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Rollo May, Man's Search for Himself

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Li-Young Lee, from The Other Hours, Book of My Nights: Poems

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I thought I had been surviving, and yet, what I was really doing was hanging by a string, loosely holding myself from collapsing. I was always on the verge, and I could feel that friction in my soul.

Fariha Róisín, from Who Is Wellness For?: An Examination of Wellness Culture and Who It Leaves Behind

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"I had no interests. I had no interest in anything. I had no idea how I was going to escape. At least the others had some taste for life. They seemed to understand something that I didn’t understand. Maybe I was lacking. It was possible. I often felt inferior. I just wanted to get away from them. But there was no place to go."

– Charles Bukowski

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© Matthieu Bühler

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Fariha Róisín, from Who Is Wellness For?: An Examination of Wellness Culture and Who It Leaves Behind

[Text ID: “I never fought back, I learned how to cry silently, I bore my sins.”]

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— Leo Tolstoy, from “Anna Karenina.”

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i will never leave this house

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- Hamlet (1.1.10), Francisco to Barnardo

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this picture is exactly how 'there's things I wanna say to you, but I'll just let you live' feels

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I wish I wasn't, such a dreamer. I've ruined this life for myself.

— N.M. Sanchez