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11 months ago on June 09, 2011 at 02:48pm
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I like the world best at night, when I'm outside and a few stars can be seen. Not too many though because the city's the place for me. I walk along this strip of grass and lamp posts dimly light the frosty air. No one's there.. just the music and me.
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Title: The Pains of Being Pure at Heart- Heart in your Heartbreak (side A)
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The Pains of Being Pure at Heart // Heart in your Heartbreak
11 months ago on June 09, 2011 at 02:52pm
You know.. you’ve spent my whole life filling me with me with stories. Things that aren’t true- were never true. You told me everything was going to be okay as long as I tried. All these stories, all these lies I believed.. Great Expectations- lies, Sense and Sensibility- lies. I believed it all and now I’m miserable and it’s your fault and you can’t fix it.
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11 months ago on June 09, 2011 at 12:47pm
11 months ago on June 08, 2011 at 04:32pm
Story behind the rainbow by Heng Swee Lim
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11 months ago on June 07, 2011 at 10:34pm
For, after all, you do grow up, you do outgrow your ideals, which turn to dust and ashes, which are shattered into fragments; and if you have no other life, you just have to build one up out of these fragments. And all the time your soul is craving and longing for something else. And in vain does the dreamer rummage about in his old dreams, raking them over as though they were a heap of cinders, looking in these cinders for some spark, however tiny, to fan it into a flame so as to warm his chilled blood by it and revive in it all that he held so dear before, all that touched his heart, that made his blood course through his veins, that drew tears from his eyes, and that so splendidly deceived him.
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11 months ago on June 05, 2011 at 02:00am
