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Cautiously, I allowed myself to feel good at times. I found moments of peace in cheap rooms just staring at the knobs of some dresser or listening to the rain in the dark. The less I needed, the better I felt.

— Charles Bukowski, Let it Enfold You (via bloodisthenewblackk)

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