"I asked her where she got her toughness. She pretended she didn't understand. Maybe she didn't at first, or maybe she had forgotten that to do the things she was prepared to do, to have them done to her, took enormous toughness, more than most people had. She said you just had to keep working on yourself until you didn't feel what they wanted you to feel, or anything else. By seven o'clock she had fallen asleep in my arms having said that she loved me and that she knew I was going through hell. She breathed like a little girl.
She slept and I held her. If she had not passed out when she did she might have caught a glimpse of how alone she really was, that is, had all that she had done over the years not dulled her sense of it, perhaps permanently. I have learned what hell is because I am not able to dull the sense of what I have done. Hell is the special pain that dwells in that loss in which you yourself have caused."
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Sarah Kane, Crave.
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She slept and I held her. If she had not passed out when she did she might have caught a glimpse of how alone she really was, that is, had all that she had done over the years not dulled her sense of it, perhaps permanently. I have learned what hell is because I am not able to dull the sense of what I have done. Hell is the special pain that dwells in that loss in which you yourself have caused."
- Sevent Types of Ambiguity by Elliot Perlman
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source : the sugar queen
author : sarah addison allen
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"St. Lucy's Home for Girls Raised By Wolves", by Karen Russell
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