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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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While you weren’t listening, all our love songs became sad songs.
The feeling you get when you think of something amazing then forget it and know that it felt amazing but you can’t remember the details. I lost something amazing. Except, this time, it’s a person. Not an idea.
