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There's Not Some Finite Amount Of Pain Inside Us. Our Bodies And Minds Just Keep Manufacturing More Of It.

I Used To Describe Myself As A Comic Novelist, But My Concerns Seem To Have Darkened Over The Past Few Years.

To This Day, She’s Still Sad. Because There’s Not Some Finite Amount Of Pain Inside Us. Our Bodies And Minds Just Keep Manufacturing More Of It. I’m Just Saying That I Took The Pain That Was Inside Of Her At That Moment And Made It My Own. And It Didn’t Hurt Me At All.

They Both Seemed To Understand That Describing It Was Beyond Their Powers, The Gratitude That Spreads Through Your Body When A Burden Gets Lifted, And The Sense Of Homecoming That Follows, When You Suddenly Remember What It Feels Like To Be Yourself.

It Just So Happened That For Most Of My Life I've Lived In The Suburbs.