Poetry
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Don’t think with your heart, they tell me, you’ll just end up getting hurt. How, I wonder, am I to think with anything else? What sense is there to be made of the way your hand fits into mine? How am I to make sense of the way your eyes catch mine and I try
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you see people in shapes and beauty i see people in the pain behind their eyes the stardust in their souls their hearts full of dreams their brains full of ideas the way their hands hold the things that matter i see the scars carved into their minds the things they’ve lost the moments they’ve
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And do you ever ask yourself If the person that you are Is the person you were meant to be Or are you too afraid to go that far Courage is to walk Through the valley of our thoughts And face that you which you fear Because we were made to wander Between the mountain
I Would Rather Be In Bed 