She was consumed by 3 simple things:
drink, despair, loneliness; and 2 more:
youth and beauty.
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A love like that was a serious illness, an illness from which you never entirely recover.
Love, BreakupCharles Bukowski in The People Look Like Flowers at Last8
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You have to die a few times before you can really live.
Life, Risk, BeginningCharles Bukowski in The People Look Like Flowers at Last14
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