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You are as far from me as memory

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Christa Wolf, from her novel titled "Cassandra," originally published in 1983

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Aimee Nezhukumatathil, from Lucky Fish: Poems: “Foosh”

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“Even if it is occasionally hard, I like looking people in the face and defending my true perceptions of the world around me. I’m trying to belong to myself; for everything else constantly betrays me. Reality is not a dimension I often choose but truth is a whole other case. I think what counts is inner courage, and what matters, most of all, is a sense of being whoever you wish to be and having as less regrets as possible.”

— Juliette Binoche

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Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Edward Sackville-West, written c. August 1926

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It’s been a long time since I’ve been me.

Fernando Pessoa

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— Susanna Kaysen, Girl, Interrupted

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Christa Wolf, from her novel titled "Cassandra," originally published in 1983

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— Albert Camus, The Misunderstanding

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for years now i felt as if everything resolved on its own

like i wasnt dealing with constant thoughts and neither put pressure on anything trauma or past related

i felt like i healed,or more likely i simply got over it

I convinced myself

i fed myself with beautiful lies of beautiful lives and relationships ive never had!

i changed the story

i gave it a happy ending

i gave my own left hand for my right to hold

clinging to this idea of SUPPORT AND LOVE

THAT DOES NOT EXIST AT ALL

but now im stuck again

with these constant realizations