"I don't feel like a person at all: I am something to be loaded and unloaded, like a sofa or a cuckoo clock. I am something to be tossed at a junkyard, thrown into the river, if necessary. I don't feel real anymore. I feel like I could disappear." - Amy's diary entries could have been taken off from pages of mine.
— Oct 12, 2014 04:42PM
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