the terror of one person
aching in one place
alone
untouched
unspoken to
watering a plant.
–Charles Bukowski, Love is a Dog From Hell
those who escape hell
however
never talk about
it
and nothing much
bothers them
after that.
–Charles Bukowski
A love like that was a serious illness, an illness from which you never entirely recover.
–CB
What matters most is how well you walk through the fire.
–CB
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