God, but life is loneliness, despite all the opiates, despite the shrill tinsel gaiety of 'parties' with no purpose, despite the false grinning faces we all wear. And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter – they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long.
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"I want to taste and glory in each day, and never be afraid to suffer. When I am grown, I shall be a poet."
"I felt that I had been an idiot all my life, and that I was about to become an even bigger idiot."
"The blood jet is poetry and there is no stopping it."
"I want to write because I have the urge to create something beautiful. I want to write because I have the urge to create something true. I want to write because I have the urge to create something mea…"
"Ted beat me up physically a couple of days before my miscarriage."
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