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| fyn gula |
i want to bring you to a place where beauty has no eye gazing upon it, no word defining its meaning, no heart aching to touch its presence. a world where laughter is the song children sing. where pain is the sound of angels applause, where birth and death are mother and father. a land without entrance and exit. a dream that doesn't end when the eyes open. eternal recognition. |
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| she |
...she wonders how she naturally seperates herself. She's always a little distant. Always a little odd. She's always the one who talks so little. Always a touch unreachable. Please bring me out of my shell, she begs under her breath. |
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