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"His abusemakes her an anvilwithout spark."
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"Ultimate horror often paralyses memory in a merciful way."
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"No, I am never setting foot in this house again it scares me and makes me sad and I wish you could be a mom whose eyes worked but I don't think you can."
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"The first several years of my life were used to upload incredible amounts of fear, and I just became afraid of everything. I was afraid of my parents, afraid of my classmates, afraid of the streets of Washington, D.C. I would flinch at every gesture."
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"As Jess watched in numb horror, the man tore a page from the book and stuffed it into his mouth."
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"Women formed from black smoke come to me at night and they scream for me to not cut their throats or twist those tiny necks. They beg and cry. Then right at the moment when I can't take anymore, I rush up to them, slashing at the smoke with my hands. Do they go away? Never. They turn into familiar faces."
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"Tana would sit near the door to the basement with fingers in her ears, tears and snot running down her face as she cried and cried and cried. And little Pearl would toddle up, crying, too. They cried while they ate their cereal, cried while they watched cartoons, and cried themselves to sleep at night, huddled together in Tana's little bed. 'Make her stop' Pearl said, but Tana couldn't."
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"I don't remember what they said, only the fury of their words, how the air turned raw and full of welts. Later it would remind me of birds trapped inside a closed room, flinging themselves against the windows and the walls, against each other."
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"Sometimes, in the middle of the night, I'll wake up with sweat drenching my chest and think it's the blood and muck I was covered in that night."
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"He wants me to tell him about the front; he is curious in a way that I find stupid and distressing; I no longer have any real contact with him. There is nothing he likes more than just hearing about it. I realize he does not know that a man cannot talk of such things; I would do it willingly, but it is too dangerous for me to put these things into words. I am afraid they might then become gigantic and I be no longer able to master them. What would become of us if everything that happens out there were quite clear to us?"
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"And then he's somewhere inside of me, each thrust rattling my ribcage like a bottle of pills. I'm somewhere outside of myself, thinking about lust- about my slutty white sheets and all the men who like to hide in them."
Desire
"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
"I talk too much, but there's a lot unsaid. I've slept in a lot of beds."
Honesty
"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
"You are only as deepas the ashtrays you use. You only stick around because you like the abuse."
Healing
"In the soft light of morning, the sky outside turning light blue, my answer is always and still: 'I'm fine."
Hope
"We skip school and we ditch chores. We haunt shopping malls and grocery stores. House parties grow dull, but Amy's boyfriend is a dealer and we find ways to pass the time."
Youth
"I think it's imperative that we continue confusing light with meaning. That's how the human race evolves. Someone sees a light, names it God, goes toward it, goes up in flames. Same goes for moths. We're all animals. There's nothing revolutionary about evolution. The process itself relies solely on stupidity. We fuck up in the hopes that future fuckups will learn from us."
Evolution
"When you're finally finished crying, I hope you run as fast and as far as you possibly can from me. When you land, out of breath, and I'm finally out of sight, finally out of mind, you'll be honestly fine. All wounds will be healed. All fires will be extinguished. I'll be a memory. Feel free to repress me."
Healing
"I know it sounds a bit trite, but I really do get everything I want now. They say life is a game, and I guess I might agree if the stakes were a little higher, but it's just so easy to fall into a cycle. I get bored."
Success
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