Clarice Lispector, tr. by Elizabeth Lowe, from Água Viva / The Stream of Life
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I am troubled and harsh and hopeless. Though I have love inside me. But I don’t know how to use love. Sometimes it scratches like barbs.
Posted 4 years ago on 11th December
Via: maryshelley · Origin: violentwavesofemotion-deactivat
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