Stiff fingers. Is it wrong to love the rain and hate the cold?
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The unattainable I must appear or else you would have found me here.
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Friendship is a free consultation.
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This madness: my straight line In infinite sadness
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I’m just a piece of meat on a silver plate. Something you’re bound to eat but never taste.
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I am slowly getting over my drinking problem.
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I am an imposter in this body.
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I am the bad woman come to steal your man. Not because I want him: just because I can.
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The lengths one goes to.
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The rising sun spawns a thousand ideals.
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Anticipation; will this goddamn train leave already?
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Come out of the dark and howl at the moon.
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I am playing with alter egos.
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The single girl with her disposable income could go far in this place.
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Good people and good business dealing ensure my return.
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The sad song plays along. I find comfort in lyrics written for another.
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This headache is more than I can take.
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You give me that look: the melting kind.
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My train hisses underneath. The air hums with electricity.
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I’d like to read myself to you; like a book. Yes, it would be that easy.
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