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“She was a mysterious blend of porcelain and iron. She gave off the impression of innocence and ignorance, but this was all she wasn’t.”

“There’s nothing poetic about being empty.”

How can there live such loneliness in her?

“Just for once, I hope that my absence made them feel lonely.”

“I — so imperfect, so weak, so unspeakably lonely.”

“I am made of more; more than tears, more than heartache, more than all of this.”

“What part of yourself did you have to destroy in order to survive in the world this year? But most importantly: what have you found to be unkillable?”

I-I need you to tell me that I'm a good person. I know that I can be selfish and narcissitic and self-destructive, but underneath all that, deep down, I'm a good person, and I need you to tell me that I'm good.