I was knocking on the room with no sound I was good at make a fuss In a city that made no sound I met the girl in green when I gave you bright shoes You had a happy face right? the color green is a weird color wasnt there a color that suits you more? I fell in love, im in love When mine and your hands overlapped I fell in love, im in love the sound of your hand and mine overlapping. I close my eyes after sighing with a finger that follows a letter "I'll probably forget by tomorrow"
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maybe i've never really fought for anything
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- what would you say is my biggest flaw - as in, what is one thing you would change about me
- ... do you really want to know?
- yeah
- you won't get mad?
- no dude, i promise i won't get mad. you can be honest with me
- well... for one you don't handle criticism very well
- fuck off
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- but how can you force someone to grow up?
- have you heard of the phrase 'sink or swim'
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'what's it like to get sick? nobody can seem to explain it properly.'
'it's like having a pain inside your body. your joints ache, your head hurts. you feel weak and tired a lot. it gets hard to think clearly sometimes. you don't feel like doing much. you feel too hot one minute and too cold the next.'
'but how do you know you're sick'
'you know because you don't feel as good as you did before'
'but what if you've always been sick?'
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you know prayer is more than just talking to yourself and adding 'lord' at the beginning, right
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- you know what they say about failing to plan
- yeah well fortunately for me, my plans always fail
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- are you sad?
- i'm too busy to be sad
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we get closer and closer to our true selves as we age. lose the facade, we become real. so real that we fade away from the dream. or perhaps enter another. what is purgatory anyway? we transcend the phantom realm, get to graduate from nightmares and false hopes. men start to look like women and women begin to look like men. age is the great equaliser. no room for pride anymore. how can you look down on a toddler when you can't control your own bowel movements. what happens when we reach the end of our great adventure? how does it all end? 'excuse me please,' she sat in her little chair by the bed and looked around having finished her breakfast. the time was 10.30am. winter rays streamed in through the sterile windows. the light shone brilliantly on her face. 'what do i do now,' she said softly, almost to herself. dazed and confused, she turned to look at the nurses. then back at me. 'what do i do now?'
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