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the greatest pain
"She thought of the thwarted desire of her life, which was to be loved, and sadness mingled with the speechless anger to press her throat in a grief that was a version - old Louvet would no doubt have contended - of the same and only emotion: abandonment. She leaned against the wall of the hotel, feeling the damp, grizzled stone against her cheek. The trapped air seethed in her lungs until at last it found expression in a cry that almost bent her in half"
- The Girl at the Lion D'or; Sebastian Faulks.
Heard the song below recently, and this excerpt came to mind.
Almost Lover
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