We submerge our truths and have our sunsets on untroubled waters.
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The helpless are the cruelest lot of all: they shift their burdens so.
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Do we dislike happiness? We manufacture such a portion of our own despair . . .
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It's sad to know you've gone through it all, or most of it, without . . . that the one body you've wrapped your arms around . . . and the only skin you've ever known . . . is your own - and it's dry . . . and not warm.