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Still a little bit of your taste in my mouth
Still a little bit of you laced with my doubt
Still a little hard to say what’s going on
Still a little bit of your ghost your witness
Still a little piece of your face i haven’t kissed
You step a little closer to me
Still i can’t see what’s going on
Stones taught me to fly
Love taught me to lie
Life taught me to die
So it’s not hard to fall
When you float like a cannonball
Still a little bit of your song in my ear
Still a little bit of your words i long to hear
You step a little closer each day
So close that i can’t see what’s going on
Stones taught me to fly
Love taught me to lie
Life taught me to die
So it’s not hard to fall
When you float like a cannon
Stones taught me to fly
Love taught me to cry
So come on courage!
Teach me to be shy
‘Cause it’s not hard to fall
And i don’t want to scare her
It’s not hard to fall
And i don’t want to lose
It’s not hard to grow
When you know that you just don’t know
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“Never waste your time trying to explain who you are to people who are committed to misunderstanding you.”
— Unknown (via areyouhappyenough)
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And so being young
and dipped in folly,
I fell in love
with melancholy.
Edgar Allan Poe
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“Each man is questioned by life; and he can only answer to life by answering for his own life; to life he can only respond by being responsible.”
— Viktor Frankl (via justbesplendid)
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