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1 " Reason to live, they repeat like a pop song, The bones of a beloved emperor, and I, the motionless chariot trying to drag them home with forced hope. "
― Robin Sinclair , Letters to My Lover From Behind Asylum Walls
2 " It is a Someday, when we’re gray and lined like handwritten scripture –we sit content to lose our memoriesand mindstogether, glowing brightly, in and out of time "
