Above all, she is the girl who feels things, who has hung on to the freshness and pain of adolescence, the girl ever wounded, ever young.
(Joan Didion, Slouching Towards Bethlehem)
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Au Revoir
And yet, as I drew the blade, a lump of painful grief rose in my throat.
I was everything I was meant to be.
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