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duality trickling rain upon her pain getting weaker but you know ��no one can free her... Cat Stevens���������� the rage may be a form of psychosis or logic, as sanity and insanity are two sides of the same coin and in a multidimensional universe, everything that exists has more than one side... there is no yin without yang, no dark without light, no criss without cross, no anger without desire, no black without white, no passion without confusion, no time without space... but what has that to do with love?... sad hyperactive beauty so full of doubts and confusion she's digging a whole in illusion can't keep up with her own moods no time to give up and die just time to live out the lie wondering why even try ��dreaming of dreaming to fly... listening to Patsy Cline go walking after midnight trying to imagine a time when it was safe for a young girl to do that listening to West Side Story dreaming of that elusive somewhere a place for us, now that must be where it's at and a mental disorder called rumor I am draw to her diversity at least in the music she claims as her own here or there, somewhere, together alone she is someone I have known sad analytical beauty so full of doubts and confusion she's digging a whole in illusion can't keep up with her own moods no time to give up and die just time to live out the lie wondering why even try ��dreaming of dreaming to fly... listening to REM looking for salvation trying to remember when is was so simple to do that listening to 8 Mile dreaming of that elusive somewhere a place for us, now that must be where it's at and a mental disorder called anger I am draw to her insanity at least in the madness she claims as her own here or there, somewhere, together alone she is someone I have known sad pathetic beauty so full of doubts and confusion she's digging a whole in illusion can't keep up with her own moods no time to give up and die just time to live out the lie wondering why even try ��dreaming of dreaming to fly... but she is beautiful in spite of her warrior scars she is beautiful even passed out on the bar she is beautiful waiting for someone to save her soul she is beautiful even out of control sad synthetic beauty so full of doubts and confusion she's digging a whole in illusion can't keep up with her own moods no time to give up and die just time to live out the lie wondering why even try ��dreaming of dreaming to fly...
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I love you all for coming... for reading all these words for every click feels like more love (I know that sounds absurd) if I could only tell you... one thing more tonight I'd say I wish you could come home with me and be my friends for life |