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‪“Many hours of complete isolation render us nearly mad. Lack of stimulation drives our brain to create its own. You end up tripping on the invisible drug of solitude.”‬

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[seriphawrites]

You burn like a candle.

I burn like a raging fire over driftwood.

You will bring light with your fall.

While I take everything with me.

You are angry.

Anger is me.

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[kurrusu]

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“All these months have been one blind torture,”

— Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in Mirages: The Unexpurgated Diary; 1939-1947

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