"Love is not love that wounded bleeds And bleeding sullies slow. Come death within my hands and I Unto my love will go."

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We forgot about Buddha. We forgot about God. We developed a coldness inside us that still has not thawed. I fear my soul has died. We stopped writing home to our mothers. We lost weight and grew thin. We stopped bleeding. We stopped dreaming. We stopped wanting.?

— Julie Otsuka