Anything you can acquire is only another thing you'll lose.
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I don’t know how to do this anymore.
I don’t know how to keep going.
I’ve lost every ounce of hope within me, and it hurts.
It hurts more than anything I’ve ever felt.
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"Touching him was always so important to me. It was something I lived for. Little, nothing touches. My fingers against his shoulder. The outsides of our thighs touching as we squeezed together on the bus. I couldn’t explain it, but I needed it. Sometimes I imagined stitching all of our little touches together. How many hundreds of thousands of fingers brushing against each other does it take to make love"
