Pioquinthoughts

It is what it is.

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“Do you understand, dear sir, do you understand what it means when there is absolutely nowhere to go? For every man must have somewhere to go.”

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“He found enjoyment in taunting himself with these questions. But these weren’t new ones, they were all old familiar aches.”

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“Will is desire of sufficient intensity translated into action.”

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“I want to live forever, inside your nights and days.”

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“The best way to get over a woman is to turn her into literature.” 

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“Only when you’ve lost someone do you see the hole they leave behind.”

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Why’d it go wrong, when it was supposed to go right?

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In filth it will be found.

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I’ve always been a man of practicality. One that is of pragmatism and simplicity. But with you I’ve become a man of misery. Not one that is miserable, but one that seeks your trouble.

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The person you are is the one that is enveloped in thoughts and regrets late at night, free from the distractions and motivations that force you to hide beneath a mask or to deny what you've already accepted deep down as true.

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Don’t belong to no one, that’s a shame.

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In repair.

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Time will tell. But I don’t have any left. 

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Our demons never leave us. We eventually become strong enough to fight them off.

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There are personal life-shattering moments, and there are singular events that fragment our history into two. Life before it and life after it. 

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Those who can’t pay you visits in reality are indebted to you in their dreams.

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I don’t know what I enjoy more, the uncertainty of many others or your certainty.