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Out of 1000 hearts, I had to choose you.
One of the comets sent to Earth to burn brightly, explode and turn to dust in my atmosphere.
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People can change. They just don’t because it’s easier not to.
We’re always waiting for our lives to begin, like figuring we’ll be someone else someday.
But what are we waiting for? All we have is now. Don’t run from this.
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I'll see you at your funeral, if you'll see me at mine.
I'll wait at the edges for your ghost to rise (until the end of time).
We'll find someplace nice to haunt, an abandoned beach house filled with memories
of summer sunburns. Children will giggle as we tickle their feet at night
and they'll never know the bad dreams we fight. We'll make our own heaven.
Walking in places we used to walk until death, dies.
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I’ll be here in the morning if you say stay to me.
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Come ride with me through the veins of history, I'll show you how God falls asleep on the job.
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Welcome every morning with a smile. Look on the new day as another special gift from your Creator, another golden opportunity to complete what you were unable to finish yesterday. Be a self-starter. Let your first hour set the theme of success and positive action that is certain to echo through your entire day. Today will never happen again. Don't waste it with a false start or no start at all. You were not born to fail.
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And I'll do the things that remind me of you.
And I'll wash my hair in your shampoo.
And I'll buy your perfume and spray it 'round my room.
And I'll smoke your cigarettes so that I'm dying too.
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You, yes, you linger inside my heart.
The same you who stopped us before we could start.
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She wanted to exist only as a conscious flower, prolonging and preserving herself.
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I was within and without.
Simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life.
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Wiem, jak trudno jest być rozbitkiem - bez małżeństwa, religii, dzieci, tych wszystkich kotwic, dzięki którym prawdopodobnie można czuć się lepiej. Nie jest łatwo żyć w wielkiej pustej przestrzeni samotnie.
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Nikt tak pięknie nie mówił, że się boi miłości jak Ty.
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