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it all comes tumbling down, tumbling down, tumbling down
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i'm sick of being alone
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But even so, every now and then I would feel a violent stab of loneliness. The very water I drank, the very air I breathed, would feel like long, sharp needles. The pages of a book in my hands would take on the threatening metallic gleam of razor blades. I could hear the roots of loneliness creeping through me when the world was hushed at four o’ clock in the morning.
Haruki Murakami (The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle)
The weather affects me greatly. While Autumn is my favorite season, it hurts my like a dagger.
He is the Autumn, He is the Death.
This wind slices through my flesh and cut my heart. Every leaf that falls make a pile of sadness inside the cave of my soul. This smell kills the fireflies inside of me and leaves me alone, wandering in the dark.
And now my heart is sore.
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I felt utterly alone, like I was the last person alive on Earth. I can’t describe that feeling of total loneliness. I just wanted to disappear into thin air and not think about anything.
Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore (via anamorphosis-and-isolate)
"Maybe all people who do bad things... Are just really lonely."
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And when I awoke, I was alone, this bird had flown.
Norwegian Wood, The Beatles (via iltemposospeso)