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I Can Live Alone, If Self-respect, And Circumstances Require Me So To Do. I Need Not Sell My Soul To

I Can Live Alone, If Self-respect, And Circumstances Require Me So To Do. I Need Not Sell My Soul To
I Can Live Alone, If Self-respect, And Circumstances Require Me So To Do. I Need Not Sell My Soul To

“I can live alone, if self-respect, and circumstances require me so to do. I need not sell my soul to buy bliss.”

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"For every life I can’t save during my shift, one more drop of blood becomes a part of me. No matter how many times I wash my hands, our martyrs’ blood seeps beneath my skin, into my cells. By now it’s probably encoded in my DNA."

Zoulfa Katouh,

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I finally understood why it always felt like we were running out of time

we were.
i don't like how endings in real life come on so suddenly without making sense, without much warning. one minute you're in the middle of something and the next it's all a very long time ago and you're a different person and none of it is ever coming back
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We are all going forward. None of us are going back.

All About Love, bell hooks | Snow and Dirty Rain, Richard Siken
can we have more song together?

Here's to whatever's next

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