I'm looking for the poem/ s. story where Bukowski remarks, about life/suicide, something along the lines of: "that there is (always?) an out, makes it easier to stay in." Any help?
i'm looking for the poem (s. story?) where Bukowski states something along the lines of "that there's always an out, makes it easier to stay in." (about life/suicide)
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