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i think i'm afraid to be happy because whenever i get too happy, something bad always happens
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I just want to smoke a cigarette with you And to be in your arms and in our private world you and me
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A person is so weak, so weak that he may spend many years trying to forget something, and at the same time you find him struggling to remember what he was wearing last night.
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You've been left here too long. The sand has sucked your secrets onto the beach and is inaccessible. The sun's rays have burned your tears. The persistence of the salt air carries your cries out to sea and dissipates dreams to a ferocious ocean thick and dark with sharks past you helplessly watching as the waves rage, crushing your hopes. On the beach, leaving pieces scattered on the coast like sad, broken seashells floundering like driftwood you might die in these sand dunes, sucked dry and stunned displaced in ways you never imagined.
