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my body pleads but
my soul leaves
elsewhere

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Children represent love. What does that make us? Because there's sure as hell no love here.

On the bright side, it all makes sense.

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people problems,
personal problems,
personal problems with people.

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No, I don't mind that he ignores me when I'm in the same room as him. He's just practicing and I'm still learning.

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If I cannot cherish it, then I certainly don't deserve it.

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You’re waiting for a train, a train that will take you far away. You know where you hope this train will take you, but you don’t know for sure. But it doesn’t matter. How can it not matter to you where the train will take you?

Because you’ll be together.

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A ghost keeps haunting me. I can't help but become curious.

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"Bite your tongue. Eyes tight shut. Hide your heart, dear. Hide it well."

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I can't even look myself in the eye.

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I'm sick and tired of words
I've been using them for all these years
every word I try to say
seems to end in tears

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I don't know how much longer I can hold my breath.

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I want to go far... away. Please, please, please.

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It's always going to be like this. You can't escape shit like this. And why does this matter.

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“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life…You give them a piece of you. They didn’t ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like ‘maybe we should be just friends’ turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.”

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Distant.

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Get the fuck off your high horse. You don't care.