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My soul is slipping away from you even as I try to cling to it. -Qiu Miaojin, Last Words From Montmartre

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Your spirit and my spirit are made from the same material. -Qiu Miaojin, Last Words From Montmartre

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How many Bunnys and how many secret loves would I have to bury in the beautiful, lonely city of Paris? -Qiu Miaojin, Last Words From Montmartre

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So though I'm desperate and my love unrequited, I persist in loving you with every last part of my soul. -Qiu Miaojin, Last Words From Montmartre

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My desire for someone else could never reach the degree of want I feel for you. Do you know all this? So it's you, just you. There can never be anyone else for the deepest reaches of my body and soul. Even if you don't want me anymore, don't love me anymore, and don't belong to me anymore. -Qiu Miaojin, Last Words From Montmartre

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Maybe I could love a number of others, whether physically or spiritually. But I know that it would never reach the depth and completeness of my love for you. I could never want to belong to someone else the way I want in both body and heart to belong to you. -Qiu Miaojin, Last Words From Montmartre

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But my soul is determined to belong to you (...) -Qiu Miaojin, Last Words From Montmartre

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But my soul is determined to belong to you: she is determined to keep loving you and to keep talking to you. If my body and soul can never be integrated -if I can't reconcile the desires of my soul and body -that will be my tragedy. -Qiu Miaojin, Last Words From Montmartre

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I want to give you everything there is to give. The sweet juice has yet to be completely squeezed from the fruit. All the hurt has not yet severed the cord I've tied to your body, so I've returned to your side to sing for you. (...) I don't know when you'll make the final, lethal cut, but before that happens I will cling to you and sing with all my heart. -Qiu Miaojin, Last Words From Montmartre

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I've made up my mind not to let [them] die in vain. I want [their] death to mean something. Otherwise I won't survive it. -Qiu Miaojin, Last Words From Montmartre

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For more than a month now I haven't been able to think about you without feeling wounded and resentful because needing or desiring you would hurt even worse (...) -Qiu Miaojin, Last Words From Montmartre

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But even if I only blossomed for a split second, I blossomed fully. -Qiu Miaojin, Last Words From Montmartre

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I've ripened, wilted, fallen. Yong, I've burned completely (...) -Qiu Miaojin, Last Words From Montmartre

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I don't long for an eternal, perfect love anymore. -Qiu Miaojin, Last Words From Montmartre

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Maybe the world has always been the same, maybe it has always crushed to bits anything you hoped it would not crush. -Qiu Miaojin, Last Words From Montmartre

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But how can my sorrow ever end when I'm so alone here? Even if I were to reconcile with everyone in the world I've ever hurt and who's hurt me, would my sorrow end? Why is there so much hurt in the world? My soul has already endured so much wounding. Can it sustain more? How can it assimilate so many wounds? Will it be able to assimilate the wounds and then move on and make a fresh start? -Qiu Miaojin, Last Words From Montmartre

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But how can my sorrow ever end when I'm so alone here? -Qiu Miaojin, Last Words From Montmartre