why is it that sometimes when we're hurt, we're left with a scar? and why is it that other times, there is no sign of anything ever happening?
i wonder the same about a broken heart.
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Obsessed by a fairy tale, we spend our lives searching for a magic door and a lost kingdom of peace. - Eugene O'Neill
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- they each have a line.
- truth.
- inception.
- mymymy.
- outoforder.
- it's come to an end.
- groundhogs.
- in over my head.
- pointless.
- really?
- maybe you're just a dream.
- you're in my dreams again.
- missing.
- born ruffians' speak the truth.
- new age.
- dear universe,
- funny how that works.
- stop before you start.
- fiddle.
- sign.
- spring please hurry.
- ha.
- 3 days.
- shapes.
- scar.
- art.
- I once knew you.
- light as a feather.
- we're still here.
- things to do.
- wake up.
- make my home.
- want.
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