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isn’t it weird that you can have friends but also have no friends at the same time
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“But even so, every now and then I would feel a violent stab of loneliness. The very water I drink, the very air I breathed, would feel like long, sharp needles. The pages of a book in my hands would take on the threatening metallic gleam of razor blades. I could hear the roots of loneliness creeping through me when the world was hushed at 4 o’clock in the morning.”
— Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle (via 33113)
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