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Hope
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Reality doesn't impress me ~ 1
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The Bonfire of the Vanities
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The ghost within
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Fight or Flight
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Trapped in the amber of the moment
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What cannot be said will be wept.
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A little help from my friends #PortraitsUnderTheRain
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Short stories
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Imperfection is beauty, madness is genius, and it is absolutely better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring.
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Learning to Fly
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Not a word was spoken...
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And if the band you're in starts playing different tunes...
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Disoriented
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Skills are cheap, passion is priceless
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I've been trying to find what's in my mind
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The song of a bird
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I have no place in this place
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Don't think twice
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Behold
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“I could not have made it this far had there not been angels along the way.”
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And may all your favorite bands stay together...
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Come away, O human child! To the waters and the wild. With a faery hand in hand, For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand. ~William Butler Yeats, "The Stolen Child"
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Crystal Blue Persuasion
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Kaikala
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Poipu
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You can't depend on your eyes when your imagination is out of focus
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You are what you eat
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Few are those who see with their own eyes and feel with their own hearts
