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By AnonymIbi Kaslik
Heart lesson #4: the unrequited heart. You can't make anyone love you back.
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By AnonymIbi Kaslik
Located two ribs below the heart, it is called hate.
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By AnonymIbi Kaslik
Love is not popular. Not noble. . . not love, no reward. Trust love. Is not love. Trust yourself.
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By AnonymIbi Kaslik
When I wake, a piece of sharp green glass on the floor is cutting into my hand and I know it's a sign. I etch a letter on my hand; put it on top so I can see the jagged edges bleeding out; S. S is for sorrow, for all I don't say. S is for sick now, my punishing ways.
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By AnonymIbi Kaslik
You can never get to a person's mind. You cannot know the different deeds and missions of happiness; you can't tell a screm of pleasure from one of pain. Sometimes, we can barely read pain. Neither a barometer nor a guide, pain can mislead us. Even in the body, the laws of chain reactions can be false. This is why people always want a second opinion.
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By AnonymIbi Kaslik
Even though we've devoted our lives to music, we both know that the most important things happen without a soundtrack.
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By AnonymIbi Kaslik
It's what everyone wants when they're breaking someone's heart: to be rid of the person and yet absolved of guilt, of the unhappiness they've caused. They want their rationalizations heard and gulped up by the wronged, and they want their victims to go away, peacefully. To never be haunted again.
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