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1 " Who could have foretoldthe heart grows oldfrom touching others "
― Leonard Cohen , The Energy of Slaves
2 " I walk through the old yellow sunlightto get to my kitchen tablethe poem about melying there with the booksin which I am listedamong the dead and future Dylans "
3 " I didn't kill myselfwhen things went wrongI didn't turnto drugs or teachingI tried to sleepbut when I couldn't sleepI learned to writeI learned to writewhat might be readon nights like thisby one like me "