🙃 In The Drowsy Fantasy Of Every Lonely Dawn

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- Fernando Pessoa - The Book of Disquiet.

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Wildness Before Something Sublime Leila Chatti

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Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals

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Carrie Fountain, from Burn Lake; “Burn Lake 4”

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“In a sense, I'm the one who ruined me: I did it myself.”

— Haruki Murakami

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C.G. Jung, from Memories, Dreams, Reflections

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Fernando Pessoa, from The Book of Disquiet

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Tove Ditlevsen, from a poem featured in There Lives a Young Girl in Me Who Will Not Die: Selected Poems

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“My crime was feeling everything too deeply, my punishment was surviving it.”

— Fyodor Dostoevsky