Frida

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it’s like being dead, only without peace. Your sense of yourself, the thing in you that loves your family and your friends and, you know, experiences joy or even pain, that thing is gone and you’re just left with your walking corpse and it’s just as dreadful as any corpse is, but it’s you. You’re the corpse.
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