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You robbed me of my life. I could have been human—I could have been alive, but you took my heart and you murdered it. You made me into this.
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The floor seemed wonderfully solid. It was comforting to know I had fallen and could fall no farther.
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Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously near to wanting nothing.
