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They asked for a drop, and I gave them the ocean. That’s my curse — loving too much, too easily.
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I hope, with every bone in my body, that it'll be us in the end.
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“At that moment, the urge to be writing was stronger than any notion she had of what she might write.”
— Ian McEwan, Atonement
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If my silence ever felt heavy, it was just the weight of all the words I never say to you.
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