But how can one regret what, to the mind, has never existed? Even loss is an inaccurate description, for what loss is without the awareness of losing?
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The price we paid for the volumes of ourselves that we suffocated in the dark.
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These things are lost to oblivion like so much about so many who are born and die without anyone taking the time to write it all down. That Litvinoff ...
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She’s kept her love for him as alive as the summer they first met. In order to do this, she’s turned life away. Sometimes she subsists for days on wat...
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The air felt different in my lungs. The world no longer looked the same. You change and then you change again. You become a dog, a bird, a plant that ...
