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“what sounds outside your window keep you up at night?” “all of them. the ones i can’t hear but know are there. the ones that skate around the perimeter of my ear drum like a whirlpool. the crazy man tapping on the window because he wants someone else to know he’s alive and the ocean drying up and the little girl in 4b crying and the little girl in 4b laughing and my mother breathing and...
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Well,
“cautiously, I allowed  myself to feel good  at times.  I found moments of  peace in cheap  rooms  just staring at the  knobs of some  dresser  or listening to the  rain in the  dark.  the less I needed  the better I  felt.”
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All That Is Gold Does Not Glitter
All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost. From the ashes a fire shall be woken, A light from the shadows shall spring; Renewed shall be blade that was broken, The crownless again shall be king.
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NEW YORK NEW YORK NEW YORK
pls pls pls pls
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If only I were beside Walden Pond......
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“I felt a tremendous distance between me and everything real.”
– Hunter S. Thompson
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I hate thinking sometimes,
I think I just do too much of it
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little dark girl with  kind eyes  when it comes time to  use the knife  I won’t flinch and  I won’t blame  you,  as I drive along the shore alone  as the palms wave,  the ugly heavy palms,  as the living does not arrive  as the dead do not leave,  I won’t blame you,  instead  I will remember the kisses  our lips raw with love  and how you gave me  everything you had  and how I  offered you what...
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Yeah yeah yeah
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