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| A discouraging life that can never win, The steady hurt comes from within. Gaps between her reality and fictitious patched. The remaining creation has been detached. Severe discipline is formed by her six walls. Happiness deteriorates and rage begins its calls. Feeling unrelatable, her emotions unfurled. She's pissed off with her unrelenting world. ~Emily Adams |
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| Sarah: "Do youknow where the door to the labyrinth is? Hoggle: Maybe... Sarah: I said where is it? Hoggle: Where is what?" -Jim Henson |
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