We lie.
We say we don't hope. But we do. Hoping tears us. Hopelessness kills us.
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It's dark. But eventually, that sun will rise
Locked at 3443, self inflicted. If you happen to have spotted me, the dementors were probably distracted. I drink poison in unimaginable amounts to keep this life rolling.
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- She has a love-hate relationship with her cynical self. She does not waste her time on narrow minded people. A big procrastinator. Contradicts herself most of the time, which keeps her on constant bickering with herself. Persistently and consistently inconsistent.
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The Banaue Sun
It's dark. But eventually, that sun will rise
I'm Blue
Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!
It is our choices that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities
--Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets
--Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets
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I will forever be a student.
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