Sleepless nights, How grateful I am to you? For all the ghosts of the past, Who show so clearly in your moonlights, For this unbearable heaviness in the heart, Borne only by a night-awake sinner.
"All of one's life is a struggle towards that; the narrow path between freedom and belonging. I have sometimes sacrificed freedom in order to belong, but more often I have given up all hope of belonging."
Jeanette Winterson
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