Before your smile, hypocrisy was my innocence. Before your touch, pornography was my romance. Before your compassion, anger was my character. But you showed me how to love, and for that, I will forever love you; my teacher.
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"Spent my days with doctors, and my nights with crooks, and all of them who'd sell me for a song.
So I'm here."
"Dreams are the eraser dust that I blow off my page;
they fade into the emptiness, another dark, gray day.
Dreams are only memories of the plans I had back then.
Dreams are just eraser dust, so now I use a pen."
So I'm here."
"Dreams are the eraser dust that I blow off my page;
they fade into the emptiness, another dark, gray day.
Dreams are only memories of the plans I had back then.
Dreams are just eraser dust, so now I use a pen."
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- Live life on your own terms and no one else's. At the end of it all, the lessons, the regrets, and the moments, are yours and yours alone; follow your heart.
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