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“For a long time, there was grief. It pulled me down into suffocating darkness, and kept me anchored there. I went through the motions. I turned up at school. I ate food and watched TV and took algebra tests. But I didn't feel anything. It was easier that way.”

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Book:The Boundless Sublime
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The Boundless Sublime

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Lili Wilkinson
Lili Wilkinson

Lili Wilkinson is a contemporary author born on April 7, 1981. Her works are known for their unique perspective and profound emotional expression, which have won her a wide audience. more

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