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Semmi értelme túl közel kerülni másokhoz. Megosztani egymással titkokat, álmokat, reményeket. Ha adunk valakinek egy darabot önmagunkból, ha számítunk rá, hogy vigyáz rá, azzal sebezhetővé válunk. Onnantól kezdve függünk tőle, de lehet, hogy félreismertük, nem az az ember, akinek gondoltuk, akire rábízhatjuk a titkainkat. És idővel ez a csalódás teherré változik. Jobb tartani a három lépés távolságot, és soha nem közel kerülni másokhoz.

Felix Frozen

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“Maybe I’m just hard to love.”

— and easy to leave

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ANNE SEXTON

‘The Truth the Dead Know’, The Complete Poems (1981);

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When you change, don’t announce it. Just bloom.

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“”Don’t leave me—” These words are the double-edged sword that I’ve never told anyone else. I always left, I always leave. I always explode, I always tell them it’s not you, it’s me. My mother let my father go because he drank too much and she told me she loved him, it wasn’t easy, but she loved herself more than him—I wish I were my mother—so she let him go. “I need you—” I sit on my hands to stop myself from telling you. I can’t count the miles between us—even when you were here, you were far. I make myself prettier, I stand a little taller, I want to ask do you still want me, please don’t go, if there’s anything to do I will do it, desperation leaking from my eyes spilling through like a faucet. But I hold myself—I can’t be who you want me to be. “I love you—” I’ve never been drunk enough to send you an ocean. I’ve never been strong enough to ask you to leave me. And I stopped wishing on stars long ago. I’ve never been more afraid than leaving you with these words, with letting you know, I just want you to stay as long as you remain in my heart. Your ghost takes up every space when you’re gone, and I never stay away for too long. Somewhere, somehow, you love me too.”

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“recovery is terrifying when you don’t know who you are without your sadness”

— exert from a book i will never write