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And when nobody wakes you up in the morning, and when nobody waits for you at night, and when you can do whatever you want. what do you call it, freedom or loneliness?
Charles Bukowski
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Into the mist of Mt. Rainier
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Free your mind
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I'm proud of you for making it this far.
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Joy Sullivan, from Instructions for Traveling West: Poems; “These Days People Are Really Selling Me on California”
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i can’t do it anymore. i just want to give up on everything. i have nothing left to give.
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*flirting* if you had to kill me how would you do it
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