Once I asked Charles Darnell why some people hurt more than others.Some see more andSome want more andSome feel moreAndSome just close their eyes.AndThe ones that close their eyes still seem to me like they're looking, because the sky isn't always blue and eyes don't always see but hearts will always sting soLock it.Don't pretend you want to wantBecause however numb you think...

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The type of day when there's no way you're going to let the raindrops fade, so you leave the wipers off and keep on driving because the sun rarely lights them up on your window like this.Suede shoes that have been on first dates and goodbyes and danced more than one night away.A night when you don't need to make plans because if...

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I don't want to talk about Palestine and religion and my stupid decisions anymore. I want to talk about mountains and kit-kats and road trips.And perhaps this is terribly naive of me but I'm alright with that because, then again, I am naive.  And I have few precious months until naivety will be one more luxury I can't afford.And every sabbath one more throws...

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go ahead and call it a truce.that's what I wanted it to be anyways.although officially this wasn't even a waryouknow better than anyone what it was.there were sides picked and teams chosen and I made mine from the four kids that have stood by me for far more days thanyoubut I picked up some others along the way as well.youyouyouI never saw youcoming.and I...

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There were mountains in her eyes when I took the time to look.Mountains she had climbed, and some yet on the horizon. And even though each footstep hurt, she's the type to carry on simply because she knows each stride will take less on the way down.She's climbed more mountains than I have. But plenty of those mountains were in her way only because...

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