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It’s like you feel homesick for a place that doesn’t even exist.
– Garden State
My dear, we’re slow dancing in a burning room.
– John Mayer.
Skinny little wrists.
When will you see where you were all along? That you weren’t running from everything else. All those sickening excuses you justified for yourself. All those wandering shadows, the empty voice that echoed across the fallen brick walls? Even as you were, trembling, hiding behind your skinny little wrists, you couldn’t bear to hear the truth. But darling, you were running from...
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Noone is alone the way you are alone.
– “Dusk and Summer” - Dashboard Confessional
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