I am angry, I am ill and I'm as ugly as sin,
my irritability keeps me alive and kicking
I know the meaning of life
it doesn't help me a bit
I know beauty and I know a good thing when I see it
--Magazine
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I don't know whether to leave or to stay. Things change every day. I can see myself becoming free. It's within my grasp but I'm afraid. Should I jump or should I tough it out, hoping something comes to me?
--Claire
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