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lives in my heart

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Vivamus, moriendum est.

«Let's live, since we must die.»

Seneca.

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I might be the writer, but you'll always be the words.

Ben Maxfield.

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3:34pm

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August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time.

Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

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summer evening.

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let me introduce you to the pink fairy armadillo

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Then i held her.

I felt like Odysseus coming back to Ithaca. The relief of being at home. I could've look back at the sea that held me in its waves for ten years and sigh: I was at home. No more weird creatures and gods trying to drag me down. It was over. I was safe.

"Guess I'm here for real!", she said with a smile, her hands on my shoulders.

I only held her tighter.

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I dont even know what the fuck i'm doing

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I feel like life is not going the right way

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Dante's library

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«αι δέ μή φίλει, ταχέως φιλήσει κωύκ εθέλοισα»

«And if she does not love you, you will soon see her in fire, if you still do not want it.»

Sappho, Hymn to Aphrodite.

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Should talk about how i feel but i feel nothing and words to talk about this don't even exist

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I wish i never met them

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Apollo and Dafne, Gian Lorenzo Bernini

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that feel when want to write but no words on paper