Its about time I admit... it was that troubled little sick of a soul in you that I fell for.... that's why you could push me over the edge without a moment's doubt...
I admit... I must've been sick myself to love a being so deprived of being itself....
but hey at least I know I was sick....
do U?

The fake stuff just dont work no more....
get what I mean?

I never ask for much, but there's always somethin missing... everything's too wrong... too far... too small...
I guess God's never sober when he's makin my angels...

Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I'm not living...

-Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close - Jonathan Safan Foer

A hundred days have made me older
Since the last time that I saw your pretty face
A thousand lies have made me colder
And I don't think I can look at this the same
But all the miles that separate
Disappear now when I'm dreaming of your face

I'm here without you baby
But you're still on my lonely mind
I think about you baby
And I dream about you all the time
I'm here without you baby
But you're still with me in my dreams
And tonight it's only you and me

3 DOORS DOWN, Here Without You

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Here, where men sit and hear each other groan;
Where youth grows pale, and spectre-thin, and dies;
Where but to think is to be full of sorrow...

-John Keats ,Ode to a Nightingale

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"He who does not know the truth is merely an idiot. But he who knows it and calls it a lie, is a criminal"

–The life of Galileo, Bertolt Brecht

On being used, I could write a book