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“I was depressed; and yet in a state of security; fate cannot touch me;”
— Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry featured in “A Writer’s Diary,” c. 1920
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Me: Mom I don’t think I am getting any better, I still feel sick…
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your bed is probably as happy to see you as you are to see it. ‘here comes the warmth slab’ it thinks
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at 5am you may catch a glimpse of Them in the mist
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