It took many years of vomiting up all the filth I’d been taught about myself, and half-believed, before I was able to walk on the earth as though I had a right to be here.
“Who calls me idle? I have thought of her. Who calls me idle? By God’s truth I’ve seen The arrowy sunlight in her golden snares.”
Ezra Pound | “Sonnet”
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