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Or, why rave and rant inside your head when you can share the whole manic experience with the world at large.
Can't Live Without
More Angst
My Monochromatic Past
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- Meet me halfway/ Across the sky.
- Bones/ Sinking like stones.
- She says we've gotta/ Hold on/ To what we've got.
- Consider this, consider this/ The hint of the cent...
- What goes around/ Comes around.
- No clever title for this one. My head is quite emp...
- This could be heaven/ For everyone.
- And I said/ What about/ Breakfast at Tiffany's?
- You can call it lack if confidence/ But to carry o...
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From The Bell Jar, Sylvia Plath
How did I know that someday - at college, in Europe, somewhere, anywhere - the bell jar, with its stifling distortions, wouldn't descend again?
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