Forgive me, but if I knew every bad thing anyone has ever said about me I would be silent. If I knew every bad thing anyone has ever thought about me I would wish to no longer exist. Is it more sad that I couldn't take it? Or more sad that I think about it in the first place? Now, of all of the things that I have said, how much of it would be unbearable for others to hear? I suppose a lot. I think we've always been alone together.-Carmen
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