between the heart and the synapse
Black days, white nights, nothing hurts when you’re anaesthetized.
Blue skies, suicide, maybe there’s no catcher in the rye.
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If home is where the heart is then we’re all just fucked.
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August 8, 2010 at 5:50am
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Conclusions,
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August 5, 2010 at 10:54am
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5am realizations.
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August 5, 2010 at 10:54am
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Obviously, Doctor, you’ve never been a thirteen year old girl.
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August 3, 2010 at 6:39am
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Don’t let them know you’re watching me die.
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July 30, 2010 at 2:00am
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I’ve never felt so lost
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July 26, 2010 at 6:50am
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Introducing
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July 22, 2010 at 4:55am
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Anything at all to break the silence.
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July 22, 2010 at 4:55am
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Oh scarecrow, is it really that bad?
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July 19, 2010 at 9:04am
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This is the starting of a better chapter.
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July 18, 2010 at 3:20am
