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a half-read book is a half-finished love affair.
i'm not sure if this makes me feel guilty for all the books i've never finished or hopeful.
i'm not sure if this makes me feel guilty for all the books i've never finished or hopeful.
the heart was made to be broken.
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have you ever been in love? horrible isn't it? it makes you so vulnerable. it opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up.
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every second's like a minute,
every minute's like a day,
when you're far away.
every minute's like a day,
when you're far away.
idag är ingen bra dag.. önskar att jag kunde spola tillbaka tiden en vecka eller två.
here comes goodbye
our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter.
it takes a minute to say hello and forever to say goodbye.
time
it seems so far, that i have gone down this road
only to find that it ends.
looking back there is one thing that i know,
i can't make it all alone again.
cause i'm too weak to stand on my own.
only to find that it ends.
looking back there is one thing that i know,
i can't make it all alone again.
cause i'm too weak to stand on my own.
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fan vad sick..
helgen har varit fucked up, veckan har varit fucked up.
helgen har varit fucked up, veckan har varit fucked up.
gone but not forgotten.
m is for music
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you’re gone now, gone but not forgotten.
i can’t say this to your face,
but i know you hear.
i can’t say this to your face,
but i know you hear.
i know we'll see you again.
vila i frid
dagen idag var tung.. idag var dagen då vi fick ta farväl av dig.
jag kan fortfarande inte förstå det.. det är så sjukt overkligt.
du har ju alltid funnits, bott på samma gata, gått på samma skola sen jag var liten, och nu finns du inte längre?
du har ju alltid funnits, bott på samma gata, gått på samma skola sen jag var liten, och nu finns du inte längre?
jag finner inga ord efter idag, känner mig helt tom.
alla mina tankar går till din familj, släkt & nära vänner.
you're in the arms of an angel now.
rest in peace †
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and the road to life, yes it goes up and down.
why don't you come round no more?
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when we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives mean the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand. the friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares.
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it takes a minute to say hello and forever to say goodbye.
after all, what's a life, anyway? we're born, we live a little while, we die.
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and the road to life,
yes it goes up and down.
hey mister collie man
why don't you come 'round no more?
hey mister collie collie man
don't you hear me troubled call?
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i wonder if i'll ever have to decide which is worse, life as we're living or no life at all.
i cannot learn this. i cannot accept this. i cannot change this.
