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Elusive. -
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The most that I can do for you is keep on lying. -
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Remember the other day when you asked me what irony was?
Yeah?
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On Goodbyes:
A chord, stronger or weaker, is snapped asunder in every parting, and time's busy fingers are not practiced in re-splicing broken ties. Meet again you may; will it be in the same way? With the same sympathies? With the same sentiments? Will the souls, hurrying on in diverse paths, unite once more, as if the interval had been a dream? Rarely, -
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I have to block out thoughts of you, so I don't lose my head ( Read more... )