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"I feel as though I'm in a dream, where strange things are happening but they don't feel strange. Everything is cloudy-everything is wrapped in a fog-and I'm filled from head to toe with the single, burning desire to get closer to the music, to hear the music better, for the music to go on and on and on."
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"It was not the feeling of completeness I so needed, but the feeling of not being empty."
"I am heartbroken, but I have been heartbroken before, and this might be the best for which I can hope."
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"I don't understand my sudden obsession with staring at her, but i can't seem to stop."
"There is such a thing as emotional rubbish; it is produced in the factories of the mind. It consists of pain that has long since passed and is no longer useful. It consists of precautions that were important in the past, but that serve no purpose in the present."
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"Two weeks until your cure" she says finally. "Sixteen days" I say, but in my head I'm counting: Seven days. Seven days until I'm free and away from all these people and their sliding superficial lives brushing past one another gliding, gliding, gliding from life to death. For them there's hardly a change between the two."
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