Hopeless emptiness. Now you've said it. Plenty of people are onto the emptiness, but it takes real guts to see the hopelessness.
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Have I gotten any better at lying? Lying at myself?
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La escena del desayuno es demasiado triste. I might not be special or destined for anything at all.
I guess, in a way, I live with the fear of waking up one morning with this truth in my mind. What am I to do? One day, you realize you can't afford romance. One day you realize you can't afford greatness. One day you realize you are no different from the rest.
You just want to play house... very sweet house.
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Still, living on the untold secret.
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