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teenage me was so full of light and love, and coming back here as an adult, i mourn the girl i used to be.
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Velimir Khlebnikov, Collected Works, Vol. 3: Selected Poems, tr. by Paul Schmidt
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Edgar Allan Poe, from a letter to Mrs. Maria Clemm, July 1849
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Sylvia Plath, from The Collected Poems of Sylvia Plath; "The Bee Meeting,"
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Some nights I wake and everything hurts a little. It is amazing how long a ruined thing will burn.
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not enough secret gardens and hidden passageways and bookshelves that open to a mysterious library these days. get working on that girls.
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how unfair that every person i meet from here on out will have to know you before they can know me.
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