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“Words, which can make our terrors bravely clear,
Can also thus domesticate a fear…”
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“It was that kind of a crazy afternoon, terrifically cold, and no sun out or anything, and you felt like you were disappearing every time you crossed a road.”
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“I simply want to be dead…
no grove [ ] no dance no sound”
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“How much of my brain is willfully my own? How much is not a rubber stamp of what I have read and heard and lived?”
