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Writing is a form of therapy. Sometimes I wonder how all those who do not write, compose or paint can manage to escape the madness, the melancholia, the panic fear which is inherent in the human situation.
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The formality of ice and glass
But as the rebuilding begins, the memory of you returns. Shaking the foundations, cracking the walls and spilling what’s left of the broken heart into the street.
via (i wrote this for you)
