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| 81a2403 | Assuming I am mad (Ha!) god, how I must have suffered to go mad. And all the time I was calling to people to save me and no one put out his hand and held it. This is like suicide, only I am alive and looking out of this living death I can see the people weep and feel sorry. Alas, nobody even weeps. It's all a dream. | suicide going-mad jack-kerouac suicide-thoughts | Allen Ginsberg |