What the hell is tragedy? I am.

"I am alone in my room, between two worlds."

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"do you still perform autopsies on conversations you've had lives ago?"

- Autopsy: Thirteen Ways of Looking at Thirteen by Donte Collins

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A single love was born among the hundreds of millions of lights You don't need to change, but even if you do, you are you-  don't worry! One day, once we've grown up, met lovely people, Bringing our irreplaceable families along, it'd be nice if we could  meet here again. - Orange, Your Lie In April

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"And it was Death itself who stood behind me, with his arms wrapped around me as tight as iron bands, and his lipless mouth kissing my neck as if in love. But as well as the horror, I felt a strange longing."

- Margaret Atwood, Alias Grace, 1996

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"I am not here. I have no face. Other people have faces...Their world is real world. The things they lift are heavy. They say Yes, they say No; whereas I shift and change and am seen through in a second."

- Virginia Woolf, The Waves

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I do not really know whether I have survived. My inner self has shut itself more and more. As though to protect itself, it has become inaccessible even to me.

- Rainer Maria Rilke, from a letter to Elisabeth Schenck wr. c. January 1919

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"You tried to change, didn't you? Closed your mouth more, tried to be softer, prettier, less volatile, less awake You can't make homes out of human beings. Someone should have already told you that."

- Warsan Shire, For Women Who Are Difficult To Love

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Articulating my feelings and thoughts has never been easy for me. I was always blank and numb; I didn't know how or what to say. I always thought of someone who would understand my situation even if I didn't say anything, but it was kind of lame to expect someone who is not in my shoes or never faced the situations I faced to fully understand me. Then I found an ocean of words that described my raw emotions so beautifully that I forgot the need for anyone else. These authors and writers have always known me; they said what I could not and felt what others could not. I'll be forever grateful to them because I found them when I lost my voice and could not speak. Their poetry and books made me realize that my feelings are valid and normal. And this is how poetry saved me..

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“I wish I wrote the way I thought; Obsessively, Incessantly, With maddening hunger. I’d write to the point of suffocation. I’d write myself into nervous breakdowns, Manuscripts spiralling out like tentacles into abysmal nothing. And I’d write about you a lot more than I should.”

— Benedict Smith, I Wish I Wrote The Way I Thought

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That is why humans resist life. To be alive is the biggest fear humans have. Death is not the biggest we have; our biggest fear is taking the risk to be alive — the risk to be alive and express what we really are. Just being ourselves is the biggest fear of humans. We have learned to live trying to satisfy other people’s demands. We have learned to live by other people’s points of view because of the fear of not being accepted and of not being good enough for someone else.

— The Four Agreements

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“The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your existence is an act of rebellion.”

- Albert Camus