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All of the things that I've lost, I will find again
Everything I've done doesn't define what I am
All of the things that are broken will still be fixed
Same old heart with the same old tricks
Hold me close and I'll hold back
Love lustful insomniac
The Craft (1996)
I am constantly trying to communicate something incommunicable, to explain something inexplicable, to tell about something I only feel in my bones and which can only be experienced in those bones.
It's you, it's you, it's all for you everything I do
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You take the wheel
I don't wanna do this anymore
It's so surreal, I can't survive
If this is all that's real
Fluorescent store lights, you shine through the night
Illuminate my pores and you tear me apart
Mercy on me, would you please spare me tonight?
I'm tired of this searching, would you let me let go?
Beetlejuice - 1988
You don't know how far I'd go
To ease this precious ache
And you don't know how much I'd give
Or how much I can take
Just to reach you
Happy pride, never be scared of being who you are.
I don't smoke
Except for when I'm missing you
To remember your mouth, how it
Tasted true
And I don't smoke
Except for after I've held you, baby
Being with you
Makes the flame burn good
… I'm not doing anything
I'm not doing anything
My body's made of crushed little stars
And I'm not doing anything
I wanna see the whole world
Summer comes, winter goes
Spring, I skip, God knows
Summer comes, winter goes
Spring, I sleep, Heaven knows
Every time it turns to May
All my sisters fly to me
To paint, paint
And then there was the issue of her
I didn't even like myself or love the life I had
And there you were, with shinin' stars
Standin' blue, with open arms
You touched the detriment most of the friends I knew already had
And how long will it...
Take?
Before you start to hate yourself
And go straight
To the arms of someone else
And I'll just
Wait
'Till those arms belong to me and I'm not
Saying that you love me
I'm not saying any...
Thing
I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in my life. And I am horribly limited.
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath 1982