I am here, but I am not here. I see not myself but I know I am here. Is this right?
Where am I? My eyes does not hear and my ears does not see, so I am sound, right? Yet I feel different when brought out. This place soothes me, cocoons me with knowing that I wouldn't be found.
I want to know this place, so I could go back here again someday. I cannot part with this place, yet I do not even know if I am touching anything. It is scary yet not.
Once you arrived here, a part of you will always be here. You will be called back here to this place, tempting. You may not know where but you have the compulsion to be here.
This place is a question, answered by more questions. It is woven with magic and temptation. It is not bad, just misunderstood. So I am at no fault, but why does it sound so bad?


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Your voice was the soundtrack of my summer
Do you know you're unlike any other?
You'll always be my thunder, and I said
Your eyes are the brightest of all the colors
I don't wanna ever love another
You'll always be my thunder
So bring on the rain
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"The way it works is, you do the thing you're scared shitless of, and you get the courage AFTER you do it, not before you do it.
That's a dumbass way to work. It should be the other way around."
-Three Kings
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