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"In the mirror I stand, an injured deer in headlights, or maybe high beams, judging by the way my eyes water. I measure my wrists with my fingers, and I clutch at my rib cage, fingering it languidly, tracing the rise and fall of sharp bones until my heartbeat slows, and I dream of a faraway ocean."
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"Solitude is a wonderful treasure the world is still yet to discover."
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"Puritanism. The haunting fear that someone, somewhere, may be happy."
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"I don't dream. Come to think of it, i haven't had any dreams in a long time."
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"I had begun to feel that life was a repetition of the same thing; that there was nothing new either in me or in him; and that, on the contrary, we kept going back as it were on what was old."
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"We must stop calling bribes in our higher institutions "helping my child to gain admission."
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"The greatest joy is to be a mirror of God's love."
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"You are created to reflect heaven on earth."
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"I see that the culture that is prevalent right now in Nigeria and indeed Africa is the culture of GET RICH QUICK."
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"As a matter of fact life itself is measured by time."
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"Knowingly or unknowingly, our past disappointments guide us positively and or negatively in our present day journey of life, based on how we see and use the lessons from our past!"
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"There are never any real stars in LA, but we've got a bunch of fake ones made out of brass and terrazzo. We embed them in the sidewalks outside of strip clubs and gift shops- Walk of Fame, walk of shame walk of names we're all destined to forget sooner or later."
Fame
"I've always wanted to be the sort of boy who does the right thing without having to think about it first, the kind of boy who makes his bed every morning and wears his mouth like a vase for words of kindness and simplicity. My agents keep telling me I'm too bruised to play the part. They have no idea how hard it is to make my bed when I'm constantly sleeping in yours, how difficult it is to keep my body from bruising when I'm almost always on my knees, making room in my vase for you, and watching while you text all the boys who are up for the role."
Love
"My desperation is deliberate. Despondency's a pheromone."
Struggle
"I want to be split open and reminded of shame."
Healing
"I like people with weak will and bad taste.It feels like anything is possible."
Humor
"And confessions of love have always seemed out of place when you're gasping for air, when you're begging for pain,when you're missing something, unable to change the channel."
Longing
"I've come to realize that hunger feels more like home than any tangible structure ever has, or probably ever will. I know now that creating absence is my way of coping with absence."
Identity
"There's stranger sex than sex with strangers."
Irony
"If I told you that I imagine love to be a two-way mirror, which side of the mirror would you imagine me standing on?"
Love
"Then I drop to my knees because I can't find a decent enough reason not to, because reluctance rarely stands a chance against repeated behavior."
Prayer
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