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To the solemn graves, near a lonely cemetery, my heart like a muffled drum is beating funeral marches.
— Charles Baudelaire
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I remember how being young and black and gay and lonely felt. A lot of it was fine, feeling I had the truth and the light and the key, but a lot of it was purely hell.
— Audre Lorde
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