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You know, sometimes, I feel like the rain erodes us - bit by bit - until we become nothing but smudges on this paper world...
Love just can't survive with lack of trust.
- Mom, do rich people die like us?
- Yes, they do, sweetie. But not like us.
Phlem floods voids where flowers once grew
You are in a sorry state if you feel sorry for yourself.
It's not that every day gets harder.... I'm just weaker today than yesterday
Will I be skinny enough as my bones turn to dust?
You can avoid the rain by finding shelter; you can avoid the cold by wrapping up warm; you can avoid the night by sleeping through it, but some struggles follow you into bed.
Healing is yours.
Here I will be crucified. In a world I was never meant for. A world who knows no truth.