I have only one confidant, and that is the silence of night.
"If you asked me now who I am, the only answer I could give with any certainty would be my name. For the rest: my loves, my hates, down even to my deepest desires, I can no longer say whether these emotions are my own, or stolen from those I once so desperately wished to be.”
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I have no one — that is my sickness.
Will you love me in December as you do in May?