Polkadot
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sometimes i feel like my life so far has been a series of constant dilemmas and i managed to take the worst way every single time.
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Is it too much if I want to trace your fading scars and hear you bargaining about going to hell?
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I love people who yap, yesss of course i wanna know about that one rude mother fucker who ruined your day fuck themm yes please tell me about your favorite artist's new song i love ittt
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But she never felt butterflies in her belly, so she drew them there
He always felt butterflies but drowned them with a cup of liquor
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I don't think people properly understand the impact they have on other people. I still see fragments of people I've loved in the way I make my coffee and in the books I've read, in the way I listen to music and in the way I brush my hair. I still see fragments of the people I've loved in familiar perfume scents and in clothes I've outgrown, in love songs, and in comedies that have made me laugh a little too hard. I am a mosaic of everyone I have ever loved, everyone I've ever touched, in the bandages I dress my wounds,the salt in my favorite dish even on the rain that fills my boots
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When I say I know a spot, it's a quiet place on a mountain where we would scream without care or it's a boat on a lake where the fear of drowning keeps you on your toes
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Dostoevsky was right. Having ideas is miserable. Acting on them is miserable. And not acting on them is equally miserable.
