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Sometimes I change my mind about people, sometimes I change my mind about myself. Sometimes I like things I'd thought I hate and sometimes I grow to hate things I used to love. Sometimes I can't make up my mind because i don't like any of the options and sometimes it's because I like all of them too much. 

 

My thoughts are destroying me, but the silence is a killer too. 

My feelings are too loud for words and too shy for the world

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In the end we cling to music, to poems, to quotes, to writing, to art because we desperately do not want to be alone. We want to know we aren't going crazy and someone else out there knows exactly how you are feeling. We want someone to explain the things we can't.

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