I feel sick to my soul and cold inside out. I am aware that I haven't slept for over 36 hours and spent over half of that on my feet, despite the pain and swelling. I can not seem to settle my conscience enough to sleep. I've cried so much that I feel raw inside and out, but I know that if I even touched my mind on that dark precipice I could wring out what little liquid was left in me.
To pull myself back? Quotes that I hope in reading over and over will pierce my conscience.
I cannot believe that the inscrutable universe turns on an axis of suffering; surely the strange beauty of the world must somewhere rest on pure joy!
Truth, and goodness, and beauty are but different faces of the same all.
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