How will we ever escape from this Labrynth

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I have wanted to kill myself a hundred times, but somehow I am still in love with life. This ridiculous weakness is perhaps one of our more stupid melancholy propensities, for is there anything more stupid than to be eager to go on carrying a burden which one would gladly throw away, to loathe one’s very being and yet to hold it fast, to fondle the snake that devours us until it has eaten our hearts away?

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Teddy Roosevelt’s diary entry from the day his wife died. He never spoke of her death again.

Teddy Roosevelt’s diary entry from the day his wife died. He never spoke of her death again.

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