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: Like the little mermaid, I would disintergrate into foam and rise up like dryads towards the dawning sky.

: I really thought you could sleep in piles of rotting leaves and still be so pretty.

: It's harsh when you woke up with a tinge of happiness and then being slapped awake that fantasy can never be reality.

: I felt like the world actually told me it was ok to love everything in sight because everything was perfect.

: And by the way, I used to dream too.

: Is there really a way to unweave myself from your side?

: The memories make me smile. Make me feel embarassed. Make me feel warm. But most of all, they make me feel pain.

: Maybe they'd never learn, to play the piano.

: And then I realize we are already known to each other, that I will always find my north in you.

: I miss the sunlight as I miss the rain. It is cloudy outside, and I am both satiated and unfulfilled.

: Waking up in the dark makes me cranky and reminds me of going on day-trips to the snow.

: We see ghosts, make desperate attempts to force religion upon the barely living.

: Could you ever really love a girl who quotes Dylan anyways?