| What we call the beginning is often the end
And to make an end is to make a beginning.
The end is where we start from.
-T.S. Eliot
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| Just hold me
In your arms
I feel so cold
There are dark clouds
Gathering
Won't you take me home?
Oh please, won't you take me home?
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| "...for our lives are mostly a constant evasion of ourselves."
-T.S. Eliot
I feel those words tonight. I am heartsick for so many different things.
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| "I swear to you... that to be overly conscious is a sickness, a real, thorough sickness."
-Dostoevsky, Notes from Underground, 1864
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