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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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Exploring the transformative journey of travel, where each new landscape offers a fresh understanding of self.
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A tangled dance between confusion and belief, exploring the resilience that emerges from life’s messiness.
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A raw and bitter, this unravels the ache of an almost-love, haunted by missed moments and unspoken words, in the absence left behind by someone who wa..
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