things end, people change, life goes on.
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ping ponging back and forth between seeing immense beauty everywhere and feeling deeply like i am in hell
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ALT— Sylvia Plath, "The Bell Jar"
— Marie Howe, from “The Addict”
when hands touch
and there lies your hand feeling the warmth of their hand, begging you to not put an end on this warmth even if something important comes up.
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