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She wanted something else, something different, something more. Passion and romance perhaps, or maybe quiet conversations in candlelit rooms, or perhaps something as simple as not being second best.
I think that's what's wrong with the world; no one says what they really feel, they always hold it inside. They're sad, but they don't cry. They're happy, but they don't dance or sing. They're angry, but they don't scream. Because if they do, they feel ashamed and that's the worst feeling in the world. So everyone walks with their heads down and no one sees how beautiful the sky is.
It is the possiblity that keeps me going... and though you may call me a dreamer or a fool or any other thing, I believe that anything is possible.
It's a good thing most people bleed on the inside or this would be a gory,, blood-smeared earth. Because I think it's true. It fits most people. We are all in pain at points in our life, some are even in constant paint but imagine if we showed that pain on the outside and did bleed with each little bit of pain we felt. We'd all be wreck, I do think people would have more compassion for others if they got to see the pain and hurt each person is going through inside, but it'd still be a hell of a mess. -Go Ask Alice. 
Somewhere things must be beautiful and vivid. Somewhere else, life has to be beautiful and vivid and rich. Not this muted palette-- a pale, blue bedroom, washed out sunny sky, dull green yellow brown of the fields. Here, I know every twist of the road, every blade of grass, every face in this town and I'm suffocating.
Boy, just shut up and let your boxers hit the floor.
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