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My room is easier to clean than my life.
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Unseen cracks, missed chances, and the weight of falling (both literally and metaphorically) while chasing mistakes and struggling to stop before it's..
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Gosh, look, you look sick - are you contagious?Yes, I’m sick of life. And be careful, it just might.You’re better off keeping your distanc..
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Only drank martinis when I’m with you,Yeah, that’s the truth-But I don’t do that anymore,Now I just pull right through.Like a pro, r..
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This is why we'll never find a way.
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I didn't see the fire, only the ashes.
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And by the end,we came to the conclusionthat only the ones who dreamed last nightare allowed a cocktail.Shaken, not stirred,with the essence of their ..
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I awoke in the middle of the night,craving the feeling of beingnot just alive,but something sharper, deeper,a pulse that hums through the marrow.The w..
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A message from the wanderer to the Dreamer in Chains
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They tell me to smile, to tone it down,“Don’t be too loud,” they say, like it’s a crime to be proud.“Dress this way, act..
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