Every time I hear a knock on the door, a tiny part of me hopes it's you.
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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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- Oh hey, market! Back on ya.
- Every time I hear a knock on the door, a tiny part...
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- rain.
- running a sleepless run.
- In this house.
- rot.
- seamless.
- i'll always listen.
- I am carved out of the sea. Broken down and beat.
- dear three.
- to be alone.
- Story of my life.
- jaded.
- In the dark.
- Your chocolate eyes like buttons of lies.
- Hello darkness, my old friend!
- Truth hurts. A lie's worse.
- Hope so.
- Revelry.
- The hurt. The betrayal. The end.
- Because fuck you that's why.
- twenty two.
- Interaction.
- this&that.
- waste.
- Art is appreciation.
- Don't be sorry, I'm the idiot.
- broken promise(s).
- neat.
- many months ago.
- Unplugged.
- Forever in my talons.
- another loss.
- subtract.
- Stories.
- away from you.
- She was as fresh as April, And when he took her aw...
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